Wait... I already found his body though. Why should I still help him? With that, I stopped approaching the car. "I want to leave. Now," I said, my voice firm, unwilling to budge.
"Hold on a minute, I don't plan on staying long myself either," Ezekiel replied, leaving my side as he forced himself to open the door of the wrecked car, which creaked loudly in protest. "My client wants me to retrieve something inside this car."
He climbed inside and began rummaging through the shattered remnants, tossing aside useless junk outside.
Suddenly, I shrieked, "Aaah!" as a mutilated, rotten body came tumbling out of the car and landed at my feet. The sight and smell was enough to make my stomach churn. "God damn it, Ezekiel! Can you at least be careful with whatever you're throwing in there?!"
Ezekiel, unfazed, continued his work and soon emerged from the car holding a yellowish envelope that seemed to have faded over time.
"What's that?" I asked.
