It was an adult female dressed in a water darkened, pastel flannel shirt and long skirt. Her forearms and calves were visible below the breeze-chopped swells of Silver Lake, and the exposed skin still had a putty cast to it. Most of the bodies that we passed were concentrated where the mouth of the creek entered the southwest edge of the lake. Some were visibly wounded, others were unscathed as far as we could tell. Looking northward, the small lake stretched out for over a mile, but our path was going to take us eastward toward the narrow fingers that widened into bays as they entered Pelican Lake. “They had to have washed down from the bridge,” Michelle said, her face crinkled in disgust at the sight of so many corpses. “Maybe. I saw a couple that looked like they’d been hit by gunfire, but most of those,” I poked the paddle toward the dozens that lined the reeds near the mouth of the creek we’d come out of, “look like they drowned.” I idled the boat further away from shore before dropping it in neutral.
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