You were packing your things up while listening to a radio. Broadcasters were talking about the twelve bodies found near the lake.

You took a sharp breath and relaxed your self. It's going to be alright.

The door opened and your husband stepped in, holding a red box, his hand covered with red paints.

"Honey, you done?"

"Almost," you replied. "How was the other bodies?"

He smiled as he glance at the radio.

"They're safely sleeping inside the truck. Too bad, one of our nosy neighbour saw it so I have to let him sleep with them."