It's hard to say what they were before they were strung up on the gallows down by the beach. Without an autopsy to at least confirm their species they're just meat gathering flies and the families of the thousands of missing folk are only left with empty platitudes and empty coffins.
Sometimes one of the missing will turn up, well some of them will. Strung up to high heavens and butchered like a calf on Sunday but present enough to fill a grave and bury their families sorrows with them. Not everybody gets the same grace around here.
It still isn't known exactly what takes the missing and what makes them into those formless heaps all tied up and left to rot on the shoreline. People have left cameras set up all over the place, even had drones flying patrols non-stop for a year but the footage always cuts just as the meat arrives.
So far only three have been foolish enough to wait for the meat to arrive in person and they've been found the next day all trussed up and strung up under the sky and over the sand. The expected meat arrives the next day and is always inhuman, like the being behind this has a pattern or a plan.
They say a dead man's eyes hold the image of their killer, maybe that's why we've yet to find meat with a head.
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