Some crawled out of the flames.
I sat on the roof of the old Subaru gazing into the inferno. As the sky darkened with night, the fire seemed only to grow brighter. I could feel the heat even from the twenty or so yards which lay between us. Now and again, the wind blew toward me, bringing with it the foul odor of burning flesh. It stung my eyes to tears, but I hated to blink; I wanted to see. I had heard it said that those who will not gaze on Hell from Earth will look on Earth from Hell. I set my soul to see what I had done.
I wonder if they feel pain. The writhing bodies struggled against the corral of old cars as the burning pit consumed them. Now and again, one would make its way out. Did they fight to break free of the torment, or were they merely driven by their hunger?
The others had gone, those who helped me. Just about as soon as we lit the flame, they left. Only I stayed to watch the fire and saw the few who escaped the ring of cars. Their blackened corpses didn’t last long. They wandered in random directions, still stretching out their arms as if grasping for new victims. All the while, the fire still ate at them, the napalm clinging to them, slowly consuming them to the bone. Within minutes, they collapsed, and the fire still smoldered.
As the night spread, these wanderers seemed almost like fireflies, or more still, like twirling sparks sent out from a blazing log. Here were the man eaters consumed, and the fires of Hell warmed my face in the night.
Tale Told 