Post by Dr. Bradley Karrde Smith on Dec 24, 2010 0:07:09 GMT -8
Time: Day 3, Afternoon
Weather: Cloudy
Warnings: None?
Characters: Doctor Bradley Karrde Smith
The white stone pillars leading to the parking lot of the graveyard were certainly more grand than the wrought iron gateway standing before Brad. Through the gate, he could see many graves and a path leading up to what he assumed to be a tool shed of some kind. Without hesitation, Brad opened the gate and continued through.
Brad quickly but thoroughly surveyed his surroundings. The graves don't look that old. I'd guess the oldest being early 20th century. My estimate was probably right. Nineteen nineteen, nineteen eighty, nineteen o'six, ninety…what's that? His attention immediately focused on the freshly dug hole a few yards ahead and he moved to examine it.
It didn't take much rooting through the dirt to figure out exactly what the hole was. Remnants of bones. Human bones by the look of it. A grave? This shallow? If it is, there should be a gravestone. Now on his hands and knees, Brad started swiping away dirt, slowly revealing a small granite slab with a name and date on it. Brian X., 1921-1956. So it was a grave. But again, why so shallow? As small as this town is, I imagine it being smaller and even more tight knit back then. They wouldn't have done a burial like this. Unless…unless they were hurried. An epidemic perhaps? And why is it dug up like this?
Up from his hands and knees, Brad again began to examine the graves, this time with a special focus on any deceased in 1956, thrilled at the prospect of a new mystery at hand.
Weather: Cloudy
Warnings: None?
Characters: Doctor Bradley Karrde Smith
The white stone pillars leading to the parking lot of the graveyard were certainly more grand than the wrought iron gateway standing before Brad. Through the gate, he could see many graves and a path leading up to what he assumed to be a tool shed of some kind. Without hesitation, Brad opened the gate and continued through.
Brad quickly but thoroughly surveyed his surroundings. The graves don't look that old. I'd guess the oldest being early 20th century. My estimate was probably right. Nineteen nineteen, nineteen eighty, nineteen o'six, ninety…what's that? His attention immediately focused on the freshly dug hole a few yards ahead and he moved to examine it.
It didn't take much rooting through the dirt to figure out exactly what the hole was. Remnants of bones. Human bones by the look of it. A grave? This shallow? If it is, there should be a gravestone. Now on his hands and knees, Brad started swiping away dirt, slowly revealing a small granite slab with a name and date on it. Brian X., 1921-1956. So it was a grave. But again, why so shallow? As small as this town is, I imagine it being smaller and even more tight knit back then. They wouldn't have done a burial like this. Unless…unless they were hurried. An epidemic perhaps? And why is it dug up like this?
Up from his hands and knees, Brad again began to examine the graves, this time with a special focus on any deceased in 1956, thrilled at the prospect of a new mystery at hand.