"They didn't have to wonder where the body was.

There was blood everywhere, a few arms of the splatter reaching toward them as they walked in through the door.

All one had to do was follow the many radial arms to their source...

The body itself was hidden behind a divider.

It felt like it took an eternity for him to get there.

Eventually, they reached the divider.

They looked at one another and nodded, slowly.

For a moment, he forgot to breathe.

He felt his heart collapse in his chest like an empty cigarette carton, and time froze.

He knew in that instant that he would take the image before him to the grave.

What was left of the body sat in a sea of blood.

Chunks of flesh, torn from the body, sat in the blood like tiny islands in a great, red sea.

A vast, ragged hole had been torn in the torso, and what remained of his intestines spilled out of it like fresh spaghetti.

Smaller chunks of meat had splattered against the wall, and become stuck there as they dried.

Globules of yellowish fat had left trails like tiny slugs as gravity pulled them down the wall, even as they dried to it.

It looked as though the explosion had been quite powerful.

His legs were both bent in an odd unnatural way, and his left arm had split open, exposing the painfully white bone of his ulna.

His bracelet lay next to him.

It seemed to have hit the wall hard enough to have shattered the display, which lay on the ground in pieces.

Half of his head had simply collapsed.

The blood coating almost made it look like raw pizza dough covered in tomato sauce.

His clothes, too, were covered in blood.

The burgundy tie, the white shirt, the jacket with the yellow piping, and the gray slacks..."

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