Corpses fell to the ground like harvested wheat, twitching a few times before becoming still.
After a brief pause in gunfire, the soldiers moved forward to check, executing those bodies that were still twitching or moaning. The sound of bayonets piercing flesh, the short burst of gunfire.
The waiting bulldozers pushed these bodies into a pre-dug pit.
They seemed very practiced at this.
On a gently sloped area near the edge of the gorge, where the vegetation was denser—another execution ground—a "corpse" suddenly convulsed violently.
His name was Juan, once a driver and thug for a minor boss.
During the earlier volley, a bullet grazed his scalp, while another miraculously passed through the muscle below his left shoulder blade, avoiding vital organs.
The tremendous impact had knocked him unconscious beneath several actual corpses, warm blood soaking his back, making him appear lifeless.
The footsteps of the soldier executing the wounded approached.
