As we, and others, emerged from the bushes, we saw a man run from the driver's seat to the sidewalk, where he vomited blood. When he stopped vomiting, he began to cry. It was the first time I had seen a grown man cry like a child, and I felt a sting in my heart (12).
In the back of the van were three more dead bodies, two girls and a boy, and their blood was all over the seats and the ceiling of the van (12-13).