I'm on the dead side of the derelict building.

Estimates in later years put the number of dead on both sides at about 2,000.

Roll onto the dead side, stay propped up by pressure of left hand against ground.

My father, Herman, she thought, is already inscribed on the dead side.

The hurt on the dead side was beyond pins and needles.

I shot her again through the chest, and she fell over on to her side quite dead.

It was reported to be the worst fighting in months as scores of dead on both sides were accounted for.

Many of the dead from both sides were children and civilians.

Or had she chosen to attack his dead side only because he retained some strength on the other, and might still defend himself?

The number of dead on both sides was staggering.