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1990, Mexico
Helicopters circled the small village from above. News reporters and their eager cameramen tried desperately to catch a glimpse at the scene before them, while others settled for reporting in front of the police tape.
A sleek black helicopter hovered over the scene, a shield emboldened on the side that made the reporter's that caught sight of it raise their brows. They jabbered off to their camera's about the arrival and wiped the sweat from their foreheads before applying powder to reduce the shine.
This was another odd occurrence.
The helicopter landed and the door's opened, revealing a darker skinned man who squinted his eyes as reporter's began to shout their questions. He disregarded them, being ushered forward by two agents who began to speak,
"It's nothing like I have seen before, sir," one agent informed him. "We're speculating that it's some sort of enhanced-"
"Where are the bodies?" The older man barked, cutting off the blubbering agent.
The agent's lips thinned, "this way, sir."
The three men passed two Mexican officers, who bowed their heads and held glassy looks. The oldest men of the three only identified their muttered words as a prayer when the word Jesus reached his ears.
They arrived at a tent, the image of men and women in hazmat's suits greeting them. They pushed aside the plastic flaps, rotting flesh and ash and misery was all that wafted out.
One of the geared up men offered the oldest man a mask, but he brushed it away, his eyes widening in astonishment at the scene before him.
"The bodies were all recovered this afternoon, sir," the previous agent said. He nodded to one of men in the hazmat suits, who unzipped a green body bag to reveal the first victim. The darker skinned man peered in.
It was a woman -- or at least it had been, at one point. Now the being before him resembled more of a skeleton than anything else.
The sockets were void of eyes, serving as black holes while her thin, shriveled lips were parted in shock. Likely the expression she bore in her untimely death; black veins contrasted against the shockingly pale skin of her face and neck, and any hair that she previously had was burnt to a crisp, leaving behind a dark soot that now coated her scalp. Her arms and fingers bore the same shriveled skin, as if the life had been literally sucked from her.
