"Wait, you want us to work with those corpses?" someone asked.
Ace nodded. "Yeah. Carry 'em for me. They're lighter than they look."
That's not the real problem, dude.
The real issue was that the bodies belonged to rankers—other humans. Missing limbs or shriveled flesh didn't change that. Using them for anything without a burial felt cruel. Still, hauling bodies beat fighting Black Umi and risking their own lives. Everyone here had already watched at least one person die or turn into an undead monster.
The men got to work, lifting the corpses one at a time or in pairs. Most of the women just stood back, supervising. A few stepped forward to help without being asked.
What is this, a construction site? Ace thought. Then he called out, "Help, or you get nothing from me. If anyone shares food with slackers, I'll cut them off next time."
"But we're women!"
"Don't you feel shameless ordering us around?"
"You should protect us! It's scary out here!"
Ace stared at them.
