'Don't look.' Strewn around randomly, along both sides of the road, are scores and scores of dead bodies. Rotting. Melting, it seems, into the ground. The smell is horrendous. A hand reaches out towards us from the window of a burnt-out car, as if asking for something - from me, specifically. Headless bodies here. Severed heads there. Limbs and precious body parts just thrown away and left to fester. 'Don't look,'
— Sep 21, 2026 04:17PM
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