Sal shrugged, stuffing his Glock back into its holster. Luckily, none of his bullets had been wasted in vain.
"No problem, pussycat." He waded out of the mire, and when on shore, began to toss two of the bodies over his shoulders. It took some situating, as they were so bloated with blood, but they soon settled themselves, quietly and without fuss. "Grab those two, will ya?"
The sooner they got back, the faster they'd have real fun.