Chapter 9: HIS SLAVE FOREVER.
The Runner returned, arms full of what could generously be called "remains."
"Wow. You actually stacked ’em."
The Runner gently set down the broken armor plates, a shredded boot, and some unrecognizable things.
He pushed himself up painfully, leaning heavily against the bus wall.
"Alright, let’s find a decent place to leave them. Somewhere the Eaters won’t find them. The nest’s still up there, and I can’t finish this on my own. I have to follow the guild’s rules. And I’m sure it’s swarming with Eaters guarding their queen."
The Runner nodded and carefully picked up Lex’s body again, cradling her. Johnquis grabbed what little he could, some pieces of broken armor and the scattered remnants of Randy and Mars shoving them together into a rough bundle.’
He staggered to his feet, his legs shaky as hell, and the Runner followed silently, carrying Lex.
Johnquis scanned the overturned bus and its surroundings. A narrow shaft of sunlight streamed through a broken side window near the bus’s rear. It looked sheltered but visible enough.
"Over here."
The Runner followed, stepping carefully. When they reached the spot, Johnquis dropped the remnants onto a flat patch of concrete.
"Good enough. It’s the least I can do for them. The Guild doesn’t care if we die, they just let our corpses rot."