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Chapter 1 It was St. Patrick's Day, and the only green I was wearing was a button that read, "Pinch me and you're dead meat." I'd started work last night with a green blouse on, but I'd gotten blood all over it from a beheaded chicken. Larry Kirkland, zombie-raiser in training, had dropped the decapitated bird. It did the little headless chicken dance and sprayed both of us with blood. I finally caught the damn thing, but the blouse was ruined. I had to run home and change. The only thing not ruined was the charcoal grey suit jacket that. | Bloody Bones Laurell K. Hamilton Bloody Bones Author Laurell K. Hamilton Category Horror Website http motsach.info Date 14-October-2012 Page 1 304 http motsach.info Bloody Bones Laurell K. Hamilton Chapter 1 2 Chapter 1 It was St. Patrick s Day and the only green I was wearing was a button that read Pinch me and you re dead meat. I d started work last night with a green blouse on but I d gotten blood all over it from a beheaded chicken. Larry Kirkland zombie-raiser in training had dropped the decapitated bird. It did the little headless chicken dance and sprayed both of us with blood. I finally caught the damn thing but the blouse was ruined. I had to run home and change. The only thing not ruined was the charcoal grey suit jacket that had been in the car. I put it back on over a black blouse black skirt dark hose and black pumps. Bert my boss didn t like us wearing black to work but if I had to be at the office at seven o clock without any sleep at all he would just have to live with it. I huddled over my coffee mug drinking it as black as I could swallow it. It wasn t helping much. I stared at a series of 8-by-10 glossy blowups spread across my desktop. The first picture was of a hill that had been scraped open probably by a bulldozer. A skeletal hand reached out of the raw earth. The next photo showed that someone had tried to carefully scrape away the dirt showing the splintered coffin and bones to one side of the coffin. A new body. The bulldozer had been brought in again. It had plowed up the red earth and found a boneyard. Bones studded the earth like scattered flowers. One skull spread its unhinged jaws in a silent scream. A scraggle of pale hair still clung to the skull. The dark stained cloth wrapped around the corpse was the remnants of a dress. I spotted at least three femurs next to the upper half of a skull. Unless the corpse had had three legs we were looking at a real mess. The pictures were well done in a gruesome sort of way. The color made it .
