EightFriday, August 1st 2014
Hills near As Sywayda, the excavation camp
Diane Ryan was lying down in the dust of the dig. She slowly and methodically uncovered millimeter after millimeter of the huge shapeless pile looking pretty much like a rock. Only an expert would recognize a huge number of human skeletons in it. A loud sound of a car engine echoed through the desert landscape around. She lifted her head from the pile of bones and noticed the dust clouds slowly approaching the camp. A magnificent smile ran across her face.
Diane got up and slowly emerged from the excavation site, using a wobbly wooden ladder. She beat out not more than one tenth of the dust from her clothes and headed towards the small group of tents and caravans, while four jeeps were fast approaching from the nort
