Bones. So many bones. Skulls and jaws and femurs. Everywhere.
Pieces, of what looked like fingers. They must have been fingers, as I could see finger nails. They could have been toe nails, though. It was hard to tell.
You could form, probably, a dozen or more people from these horrific puzzle pieces.
Who knows how long their remains rested here. Who knows how long they suffered until only silence remained.
Now I find myself in the same unknowable predicament.
I looked around the pit, surveying a grim panorama. Until I came to it.
And it looked right at me.