Chapter 7, Zorra Villa:
With a reluctant step, Zorra made her way across the field of bodies. The light in the sky struck her as bizarre. Odd shadows cast over the dead from the bonfire glowing ahead.
With each breath, she forced herself to choke back the vomit. The stench of rotting flesh assaulted her. She was ready to run at a moment’s notice, and the hair stood on the back of her neck as she approached the grisly sight.
Backlit from the flames stood the unmistakable sight of a head impaled on a pole. She was terrified to look, but her legs kept moving her closer.
One step at a time, until the severed head with curly dark hair and vacant eyes stared down at her. It was her husband’s, ripped like a savage from his body and, she was certain, placed as a warning for others.
His body w
