"What are we going to do with them?" I asked Derek in a low voice, as Jada went into the other room to undress the corpse.
"Casey, we have no choice." Derek said with hard eyes. "We have no choice."
I stared into his eyes, unbelieving for a moment as the realization set in, understanding the implications of his words, watching the man we just undressed. "Well, if we're going to kill them, too, then let's get it over with!" I yelled, my voice full of sarcasm. I gripped the hard wooden knife handle tightly within my grasp.
Derek grabbed me by the shoulder, spinning me around. "Casey, don't."
"Why not?!" I yelled as fresh tears coursed down my cheeks again. "We already have blood on our hands!"
"Look, Casey, this is war," Derek said in a calm, soothing voice. "Yes, ugly, terrible things
