It was a heavy object pressed against the door from outside, weighing about a hundred pounds or so, and it exuded an overwhelming stench of rot. I stepped back two paces and turned to let it fall. The object collapsed onto the floor with a dull thud. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be someone dressed in a dark blue tracksuit—or more precisely, a human corpse.
The corpse appeared to have been dead for a long time, its body severely decomposed, oozing with foul-smelling fluids and rotting blood plasma. When it hit the floor, the impact made a sickening splatter, spraying putrid liquid outward. Maggots crawled in dense clusters both inside and outside of the body, and even they were flung about when the corpse fell.
