I Sell The Dead Page #5
Done.
Bloody hell.
You were hungry.
You're not having any of mine.
What I don't get is
why they buried a corpse
outside of a graveyard.
Suicide most likely.
Idiot clergy probably
excommunicated them,
so there was nowhere else to bury them.
Why at a crossroads?
Gob shite superstition.
So's if the spirit rises,
it'll not know which way is which
and wander about the place lost.
Which way is which.
Which sandwich is which.
Boy, get at it, come on.
All right, you moody so and so.
Willie?
What?
Look at this.
What, we don't know her, do we?
Oh, that's odd.
Look at its eyes.
Maybe we should just leave it.
No.
Have that bastard Quint on our tails?
It's a perfectly good piece.
What's that around her neck?
That's... that's garlic.
Ronnie's got that stuff
all over the Fortune of War.
Keep things away from the place.
Garlic?
It's stinky.
Don't do that.
That's there for a reason.
Gob shite superstition, Willie.
Who would do a thing like that?
I don't know, but I'm glad they did.
This piece will put us in
good standing with Quint.
Pull it out.
No way, mate.
I dare you.
No way, I say.
You're out of your head.
Help me.
Come on, help me.
Come on.
Let's get the corpse in the cart.
Oh, look at this mess.
What we need is a new cart, Arthur.
Something roomy.
How are we even gonna
fit the corpse in there?
Willie.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Maybe she wasn't dead.
Un...
Dead.
Bollocks, shite.
What do you like, Grimes?
What do you like?
Hey, do you hear that?
No, I do not.
Willie.
Arthur.
Willie.
Missus?
You all right?
I think it's gone.
Why did you have to hit me?
It was all on you.
What else was I suppose to do?
Ow.
Look.
Ah, you're bleeding.
You keep away from me.
You might be inflicted.
Oh, shut up.
What time is it, huh?
How should I know?
Yeah.
Can we go then?
Yeah, I think so.
Willie!
That was mad.
Get back, get back.
What?
Get back, Arthur.
What are you doing?
- Watch this.
- What are you doing?
Oy, you mad bastard,
come on let's go.
Leave it.
Don't do that.
Don't, you mad bastard,
don't do that, don't.
Come on, let's go, Willie.
Let's go; I wanna go.
I've got an idea.
Thank you for your
sacrifice, my child.
After that job, we were
never bothered by Quint again,
and we struck gold with the undead.
We realized that people
would pay ten times as much
for your more unusual corpse.
And the jobs kept finding us.
It was as if we opened
the door to another world
and got a sniff of it,
or it got a sniff of us.
So trafficking the undead
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