The first body tried to climb onto Mara Venn’s bus before the soldiers raised their rifles.
It came staggering through the rain with one shoe missing and a hospital gown flapping around its knees. Blood darkened the fabric from collar to hem, but the man did not seem to notice. He slapped both palms against the windshield, leaving red crescents on the glass, and opened his mouth.
For one impossible second, Mara thought he was calling for help.

