Dead men tell no tales.
The graveyard was silent. All I could hear was the wind rustling through the leaves. An occasional car passing in the distance. The bright blue sky, filled with feathery white clouds was offset by the fact that I was surrounded by hundreds of dead bodies hidden only by a few feet of dirt.
Some had been there for nearly one hundred years. Others, likely still had flesh on their bones.
I didn’t hang around for long.