I stepped forward just enough to see everything.
Bodies had been packed along the back wall in layers of torn plastic, shredded cardboard, and insulation pulled from somewhere deeper in the building. Some were tied up with cable and packing straps. Some were wedged between pallets like the rats had dragged them there and simply kept pushing until the bodies stopped moving enough to escape.
And not one of them was dead.
A man near the front had one hand still twitching against the floor. Two fingers were missing while the top of his hand had small holes just the size of two front teeth. The other three scraped weakly against the concrete every few seconds like he was trying to crawl away and forgot he no longer had enough body left to do it.
A woman beside him stared straight at the ceiling. Her eyes were cloudy, but they moved.
Slowly.
Following sound.
Rats crawled over her legs and disappeared beneath what was left of her shirt.
