"Sam, you stay away from this." Bond's voice was shivering.
"Sam? Where is he? Did you find him?"
"No, I mean Spence. Yeah, Spence. You go back to your room." Bond's able hands began to tremble.
"Can you please tell me what is going on?" Spence began to walk towards the dead body. Bond's pulse rate elevated with each step he took.
Spence walked over to the corpse, enough to realise that he was standing next to a rotting dead body and retreated back. His face was pale and his feet began to tremble. Sweat began to drip from his forehead. He collapsed on the floor and cupped his mouth with his hands.
"What is this?" He looked at Bond in horror.
"We found a dead body in the vents." Bond gave a placid reply.
At this point, Spence could not take the stench of the dead body and the vomit. He threw up on the floor and flinched as he saw the viscous yellow fluid float in the pool of rotting blood. All he wished now was Sam to be present there and embrace him in his brotherly arms.
'Sam, where are you?'
"Look, I don't think you should be here." Bond said without looking up.
"I want to know whose dead body this is." Spence was adamant.
"Why so stubborn? You can't even look at it."
"I am getting absurd thoughts in my mind. I need to clear them." Sam proceeded towards Bond and grabbed his collar. "Please tell me it is not who I am thinking it is."
"I hope it is not." Bond gave an uncertain reply.
Bond bent down to look at the dead body again. The flesh was redder than before and the stench grew stronger, covering the volume of the room. He turned the body on itself and began to run his hands over the slimy muscles, trying to search for any abnormalities. Looking at the body could be sickening so Bond looked up and stared right into Spence's eyes. He could feel the hopelessness his eyes were manifesting.
While checking for the wounds, he found a stitch mark near the abdomen, running right up till the diaphragm. He dug into his pocket and took out a swiss knife. After opening the sharp knife blade, he proceeded to cut the stitch one by one. Spence looked at him in horror.
"Can I go outside?" Spence asked, breaking the eye contact.
"Yeah, go outside and wait for me." Bond replied.
Spence walked out of the room as fast as he could and stood in a corner, retching his stomach out. He took out a napkin and wiped his mouth, which was covered with the vomit. Looking back at the changing room, he could see Spence in his abnormal state. A fierce smile was plastered on his lips since he had discovered the dead body. Apart from that, he noticed the able hands running through the stitches, opening the wound one by one.
'This guy is crazy!'
By this time, the students began to show some gradual movement. Some began to toss around while some opened their eyes and looked at Bond doing the heinous job. The students began to scream and chaos ensued in the room, which was peaceful a minute ago. All of them ran outside, near the swimming pool.
Inside the room, the scenario was no less than a terrifying one. Bond opened the wound with very stable hands and began to run his hand inside the body. The internal muscle walls were slightly warm to touch and he could feel the muscle fluid on his hands. There was nothing unusual, except the stitch on the stomach. The baggy organ had a similar stitch mark running through its length span.
'Looks like there is something inside this.'
He once again bent down and began to open the stitches on the stomach one by one. Unlike the body muscle, the stomach muscle walls were thinner and easy to cut through. Gradually, a thick liquid began to flow from the sac and Bond stepped back. Any contact with the liquid would cause corrosion. He waited for the liquid to drain and went back to his work. After squirming his hand inside the stomach, he got hold of a lanyard. He pulled it out and realised it was a student's identity card.
Bond took it out of the organ. It was still dripping with the fluid. He shook off the excess and turned the card to check whose name it was. He was shocked to the core upon what he saw. It was Sam's identity card.
'Spence should not know about this.'
At that moment, Bond felt a sudden pain inside his head. He grabbed his head tightly as it continued to throb. Bond could not understand what was going on anymore.
'Where am I?'
'What is this?'
He gagged at the sight of the dead body and rushed outside the room, diving straight into the swimming pool to calm down himself. Right at that point, he heard an announcement through a megaphone behind him.
"Student ID 23456 is under arrest."
Bond could feel his body warming up even after being surrounded by the cold water.