8.5 Body

Have you ever seen a dead body? 

Where I live, a building probably inhabited by hundreds of people,  there's a sort of superstitions: Whenever a person died, no matter the nature of their death,  the tragedy would always be explained as nothing more than the warth of the great one falling upon the head of those who sinned. The sins were never clear,  each an everyone created his owm rules and explenation over why a person deserved his death in some way.

"He died from hunger they said,  but he was beating his wife after all."

" The childre died from famine? Whel they used to be eccentric "

" Many died from the flu this year too....we might have sinned a lot."

Those type of conversations would buzz off like annoying flies, without a single clear explanation.  But it didn't matter,  because for everyone the warth was there an ready devasted whoever got a bit to near from the Deathly place.

Whenever a  person died, the floor the inhabited would be systematically put into a fictional quarantine,  no one would come ou or come in, and everyone that unfortunately lived there would die to. Like the death, after having sucked one's life , felt obligated to take few more. So then all believed that, whenever the Great ones warth fell upon a person it would change into a dreadful malediction. In the moment death came, going anywhere near it was a risk of dying as well. 

Whenever a person died, a rotten smell would spread around like a bad deases. For the unlucky who didn't live to far from the dead, some would guet sixk for breathing constantly the rotten air mixed with the constant mould fixed in the atmosphere.  They said it was the malediction spreading and looking for a new victim, swiping it sickel, opressing your heart and lungs,  messing up with every each of your organs , and adults would make children scared whenever a fever would came at them. "You might have been a bad kid, this a warning going out is worst then this so never provokes the Great one."

Whenever a person died any things would happend ,and the mood of the buildings would guet awfully heavy, until finally the cleaner would come. When this moment arrives the heaviness of everyone's heart would meet its paroxysms. Although in the bottom of their hearts, no one cared about the person death. They all were just scared of dying themselves, so wasn't mor like they were keeping their breath before meeting the end of their collective hysteria?I could not really know,  nor did i understand, to me it was all but weir behaviours,but nothing did change. The floor would still be cleaned,  all the residents still got to take the weird medicine de cleaner gave and everyone would still completely forgot about the 3 weeks of absolute pressures the lived.

Whenever a persone died, it was like their existence were made to disappear. 

Whenever a person died the nature of the over human would be revealed. 

Whenever a person died I would feel atrociously disgusted. 

Whenever a perso died, I would forget about them as well.

Then my friend died. I found myself standing at the doorstep, looking at their rotten bodies. My stomach climbing up my throat, releasing all its inside, burning my throat already so damaged by the nauseous smell. It smelled like disease, like death,despair, fear, hopelessness, terror, and cruelty. How cruel it was, bugs eating them like they were no more then a rotten meat left abandoned. They didn't care about the life of the one they were eating, I felt so mad, so mad ,how could they? How could they destroy the body of someone who didn't do anything wron? Just for their own surviving?How disgusting. How could they? 

I got so mad that I fainted, in my foolishness, too curious to respect the death of a dear one, too preoccupied by my own sense of accomplishment to about the humiliation they got even after their death theough my own hand. How foolish,  How foolish, I was so mad, so mad at the wrong person. But I was still right they were no malediction, after all I survived,I achieved were everyone failed. I did what no one dared to do. I was the stronger one. Stronger then those who were afraid, stronger than the insects that were eating them, stronger then them who died pathetically. I can't even remember their face. Were they female or male? What was their name again?

At the end even I forgot who they were. 

But then,have you ever seen a dead body?