The Dead Sea

I turned the spotlight toward the ground and started looking for the drop off. I found it a few yards from where the names were scrawled. Mo stepped up beside me and I turned the spotlight and shined it over the lip of the precipice.

A sea of skeletons were resting at the bottom of the drop off, dozens upon dozens. So this was where the victims had their final resting place, eventually along with their murderers.

Mo staggered back and gasped loudly. I put my arm around her to steady her. She looked like she was going to faint.