1998, November 13th, City of Gardai, Tejekov, Somewhere in Eastern Europe
Two weeks ago, the Revolution took hold. In a blur of explosions, CIA funding, and machine-gun fire, the Glorious Leader of Tejekov was found to have killed himself by a gunshot to the head. The revolutionaries were victorious. A day later, it was revealed that all rations, gasoline, and other essential materials had been pawned off to corporations by the Glorious Leader as a posthumous "salt the earth" style contingency plan. This caused mass inflation, and massive famine. Never a good combination.
One week ago, the Tejekov Civil War began.
In the capital of Tejekov, blood flowed. Mortar fire shook the Stalinist-style tenements and blew apart fleeing men, women, and children alike. Gunfire drowned out the screaming of those who were struck by the bullets. A tank stolen from the army base was driving when a molotov cocktail struck it's cooling vents. The petrol-assisted fire burnt through to the ammo stockpile. Then it went up in flames, and it's operators were burnt alive like meat in an oven. The tank rolled forward until it finally smashed into a wall.
Somewhere in that madness that was now Gardai, there was a park called Chergok Park. It was a nice park, all things considered. Somewhere in-between the statues of stoic-faced communists (Now pulled down by disgruntled revolutionaries and left to rot), and the rather massive sculpture of the Glorious Leader (Face unseen, as always) in deep thought, there was a mass grave between some shady trees.
It wasn't a good mass grave. There was a few bodies sticking out. It was very swampy and you could easily start to sink down and feel one of the corpses below you. A few flies buzzed around it, occasionally landing on the rotting carcasses. It began to rain.
Seven people lay in the mass grave. Their stories are over. All there is to ask is how they got there.
How did you get into a mass grave?