We stopped hanging out along the waterfront when the tide was low after the first suitcase washed up. I wasn't the one who opened it but I was close enough to vomit at the absolute stench they unleashed. It's amazing how little of a body needs to be present for so little time to accumulate that much odour.
It's been weeks and I swear I still smell it like the damned thing is following me, which it is.
One-by-one everybody who was there for the opening has gone missing - starting with the forensics team, their morticians, the police and my friends. Far as I know I'm the last one left and judging by how strong the smell is, it won't be too long before I find out where they've all been taken to.
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