Craig Myers

Deus

Black fog permeated the air, Greg tried to persevere the scene, he hated scenes like this. Not because it made him sick to the stomach but the amount of work that was attached to counting: the bodies, cleaning the area and keeping the media or known public away was vexing. Bending down his knees made a creaking sound. “Damn it” he uttered rubbing his lower back. The clipboard fell into a puddle, picking it back up a string of raven red slime stuck to the wooden board. “You’re contaminating the scene” came the shrewd voice behind him. Turning a man in an ivory-colored hazmat suit stared at him head cocked to the side. His purple eyes mirrored his “I don’t think he’d care much” he replied. Using the other end of his protected hands wiped the substance off. The visor on his suit began to mist and fog up, making it difficult for him to see the name on the paper. “Goliar Voltir died by a broken neck, time of death second half of the nights moon”, “Use modern terms damnit” Craig rolled his eyes “six o’clock” he scribbled on his clipboards. “There, God you must be a stickler don’t you” Greg stood at least 2 feet taller than him “I’m following the rules here guy, you know how he gets” At the side of his eyes he made out what look to be a child as she ran back and forth through the corridor of bodies. She sang a whispery song he could barely figure out what it was. He thought to himself as he watched her run back from the edge of one body to the other. "little Adva’s” Greg said dropping the folder on the floor. Believing her to be a nuisance he walked over to her, she stopped conflicting eyes of grey and purple looked back at him “huh Mar" Adva said back to him dropping her smile. “Three clams in his hand" she continued. “He was busy today much more than usual; he knew he could owe it all to the festival of the ancients which was commencing right around the corner.” Adva pointed to a dirt mound nestled in the corner of a shack. Affixed a top the mound stood a stone statue depicting a clothe woman holding a baby calf in her arms. Greg took notice of the sky the clouds moved slowly in a fluorescent wave blue as the ocean circled around them and the entire island for that matter, he looked at Adva her eyes looked tired he thought to himself. She must have reaped a hundred souls before they arrived. "come and eat" Greg said to her as he gestured her over to the shack "it's especially hot today, the sun seems to be angry today" she replied in a half dehydrated and tired tone, Greg conjured up a cup of fresh water and gave her a roll of bread and a small scale of arbor fish. Adva face lit up like shining stars in the moonlight night.