Kayden's POV

I pocketed the small book in my pockets and walked over to Dad.

"What is...."

"Holly Molly!!" I gasped seeing the carcass of fresh dead bodies, the stench was horrible.

"They were killed recently." Dad pointed out and I moved closer to the corpses.

There was still blood and immediately a theory came to my mind.

"What if the slaves were so much that the bus they took could not fit them all so to be on the safer side, they killed these ones to make sure they would not tell anything to us when we arrive." I said to Dad.

"That kind of explains this." dad agreed...