The woman reached out with her arms, then fell back and lay still.
A woman with long brown hair lay on her back in a round bed.
The woman lay on her back, with the others, left behind.
A woman lay on the floor in the center of the room.
The man and woman lay where he had left them.
Near her lay a woman, older than herself, but still beautiful.
I looked back at the room in which the dead woman still lay.
When the shooting stopped, a man and a woman lay dead.
The woman lay against a wall, unconscious and nearly dead.
In the mouth of the bridge lay the dead woman.