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• Part 4

• 11:10:48 pm on November 5, 2009 | # | 0
  

  John’s truck lumbers down the broken asphalt road towards a sublime landscape of oil storage containers, smoke stacks, and pipes. A chained-link fence topped with barbed wire surrounds the place. White signs with serious red letters warn of the fences electrical defenses to those alive to read them. As he gets closer, he honks his air horn twice. A man dressed in fatigues pulls the gate open and waves him through. John gives him the finger.

  A rope mesh covers the back of the dump truck holding in its cargo: 45 bodies. Rotting hands and stumps poke up through the mesh and try to pull it loose. The meat hook conveyor belt chains clink and jingle with each bump the truck drives over.