[ WP ] Having accidentally killed a close friend of their , describe their actions , thoughts and feeling as they go about trying to dispose of the body .

`` It was either you or me. I can only hope I made the right decision.'' 
 
 I picked up the carefully wrapped body up, and hoisted it over my shoulder as I walked toward the roaring fire in front of me. I looked up to see the clear, cloudless sky, sprinkled with ash as it was blown by the wind. The scene around me was difficult to stomach. From houses to buildings, everything was either flattened or burned, sometimes a still flickering fire could be seen atop of the rubble and debris of an infrastructure. 
 
 We were n't in a place where there would be eyes in the sky, a place where I did not have to worry about the police or an army. We were in a true, lawless, savage environment: where the only requirement was survival. I threw the body into the pit, and watched as the cloth began to burn, a disgusting but oddly familiar smell rose from in front of me and permeated that wrecked field. 
 
 I hung my head and closed my eyes as the crackling of the fire filled my ears.
