Billy shook his head. 'Uh-huh.' 'Me neither,' Shane said through gritted teeth. 'Whatever did this to him was fucking persistent, I'll give them that.' The body was missing a leg, and an arm; most of the right-hand side of the torso had been gnawed through. Exposed ribs jutted out at uncompromising angles. The face, on one side, was stripped clean, to the skull, and both of the eyes had been removed, leaving only the darkness of the sockets in which they once sat. 'Sick fucking things,' Billy said, holding a hand up to his mouth, anticipating the vomit that never quite arrived. The dryness of his mouth, though, proved how close he actually was to throwing up. Shane stepped over the extended leg of the prone body, and almost slipped in the blood that had pooled around the cadaver's ankle. Billy grabbed for him, and managed to keep him upright. 'You okay?' asked Billy. 'Nearly went arse over—' The corpse suddenly snapped into life, grasping Shane's ankle.
