(LANDON)
"Okay, so this is why I hate necromancy." I dropped my rake and desperately tried to scratch my nose with the side of my arm. Fuck.
I couldn't touch my face, not after touching…everything I'd just touched. Even with gardening gloves, I felt tainted. "I mean, I could make a long, long list of everything I hate about necromancy.
The stench, and the body parts, and the body parts that smell incredibly fucking bad, and did I mention —"
"Yes, you mentioned," Lirien snapped, pausing in raking up bits of bone to glare at me. "More than once. Every fucking second we've been out here working, in fact." He hadn't even tried to get out of clean-up duty, maybe — for once — realizing he'd acted like a little shit and needed to make up for it.
The bigger, stronger members of the pack had loaded the bodies up, taking a few trips with several old pick-up trucks to ferry them back to the cemetery they'd crawled out of.
