At the same time, Annie unloaded her clip into Big Bird's forehead, and watched as his brains covered his friend and the ground.
"Hurry," Rick said, looking around. We hadn't been interrupted yet, but we might have company soon after hearing the gun shots. We'd been lucky so far. Gun shots in New York City were pretty common place, but our luck couldn't hold out for long. Together, Annie and I gathered the pieces of the bodies. Then, Annie pulled a lighter out of her pocket, lit it, and threw it onto the pile. Suddenly, a flash fire rose up brightly illuminating the night as the flames consumed the bodies of Big Bird and Boy Blue. Well, at least they died together. And just as suddenly, the flames died out-except for the flames burning the surrounding grass-leaving a pile of hot gray ash
