sonuc lifted a meaty little girl off of the sideways. it was just tale anyway. what a mess. he was crispy and brisk against his icy leather skin. what a bastard sonuc would have said, if he were one to talk. he always was a useless little shit though. dont get too sad about it.

right inside him sonuc and the boy let their roles down and got right into the thick between the brain and the skin and the bone and the end and the start and life and shouts and bleed and scream and tear. the place the bones move, they slide across each other. they lurch and moan and seem to wail. what reason do they have to cry.

sonuc gets out of a house before it burns down, but tale hasnt figured his body out yet. 
"He died in there. in the heat. Trying to walk." -blue eyewitness