I'd never seen a dead body - to which I wholly as thankful for. But I knew in movies that when you saw a dead body, you didn't believe it. You ran to it, checked the pulse and even when you didn't find one, you cried and said no, it didn't happen. It couldn't have happened.
I'd hoped to never see a dead body. But now I knew the feeling.
I glanced around the dim hallway, trying to get my bearings. My door hung wide open.
There was a light on in the apartment, not in the living room, it's too dim to pour out into the hall. Maybe the bedroom light. Whatever the source, it allowed just enough brightness for someone to look around, grab what they wanted and dash.
I kicked the door to open it wider. No, this can't be happening. It moved slower with a somber creak, hitting something with a th
