"We need to do something," Edwin found himself whispering between gasps. He knew he was shaking, and crying, and people were yelling around him. It took him a moment to catch up and understand what they were saying. He still couldn't pull his focus away from the corpse. He needed to focus on his breathing, but the corpse...
"Everything's too burnt to tell," he replied, hoping that Jack could understand him from a distance with his hand still clamped over his face. He finally moved his hand to repeat himself, but the smell hit him hard again as soon as he opened his mouth, and he let out a strangled sob instead. "This could be anyone," he choked. "Probably Jerome, but... We've had so many people... I don't... Oh god... We need to do something."