CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jessica
I felt the room spin at the sight of Fred’s corpse. Seeing him dead was like a punch in the gut. From the sight of his pants, it was obvious the stench wasn’t just from bodily deterioration. He’d emptied a full bladder and moved his bowels upon death.
The sewage smell was overbearing, so I stepped back outside, gulping the fresher air in the hallway. I shut the door behind me, but the foul odor lingered in my nostrils.
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