She leaned in closer and whispered, "Do you ever, you know, do anything to the bodies?" "NO!" he yelled. He got up and put his bowl into the sink and started walking towards the door. Jonathan got into his dad's car and drove off to the corner's office. He always made sure to be at work on time. Once he arrived at the office, no one was there. His boss left a note for him on the front door stating, "Jonathan, 3 dead bodies have been brought in over night. One kid and two old people. Cut 'em up, and find out how they died." He ripped the note off and unlocked the door. As he walked inside, the stench of blood filled the air and Jonathan's nose. He winced at the smell and covered his face. He went into the office and put on his apron and mask. He then walked into the other room where the three new bodies were placed. "Hmm.which one should I start on first." He said to no one in particular out loud. He found himself standing in front of a small length gurney. As he unzipped the bag the body was placed in, he found a horrible, malicious sight. There lay what looked like a 11 month old baby girl, who's legs where broken back. He looked closer at her inner thighs. Tears weld in his eyes as he found that she had been badly raped. His eyes studied the body repeatedly but it was hard to see for the tears that were flowing down his cheeks on to his mask, which was covering his mouth and nose. For the first time, Jonathan began having an anxiety attack. He fell to the ground, crying; he struggled for air. He began to hyperventilate. "How could someone DO THIS!" he screamed. He was filled with so much anger and sadness. He then looked above him. There were dead bodies everywhere, everywhere he looked. His eyes widen with terror, he meanderly crawled into the corner of the room and tried to hide himself but he couldn't. He just wanted to crawl into a little hole and die; he couldn't take what was going on around him, all the violence, all the fight...
