Taylor - Inventory Management

I tried to pick up the bodies and put them in the car, in an effort to make myself stronger, but I pretty quickly learned the definition of dead weight.

I couldn't even pick up the smallest guy, much less the massive bruiser. The guy crushed by the car I didn't want to handle.

I inventoried them, and then released them into the back seat. I had six bodies in there now. I rifled through pockets for the cell phones I'd ignored the first time and I winced at the smell. They weren't rotting, but I was pretty sure all of them had released their bowels when they'd died.

I re-inventoried the car, and then I sat down with the cell phones and starting going through the texts, making notes as I went. I didn't want to do this for too long; I'd seen enough crime shows to know that the government could ping cell phone towers or whatever to find out where people were.

Having the phones out of space and time entirely was the best way to handle that.

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