No one had seen or heard from the renter of apartment 6C and he was now two weeks late on his rent. Using the master key I unlocked the door and was immediately overwhelmed by an awful odor.
“Hello?” My stifled voice called into the living room. There was nothing but silence.
Suddenly a crazed dog lurched towards me and ran out the door.
I stepped over the threshold, my shirt covering my nose and mouth. As I searched room by room I noticed the stench getting worse. The third and final bedroom was the last to check. The door was scratched where the dog had apparently tried to get in.
I opened the door and peeked past. The bloated body of apartment 6C renter was lying on the bed. I tripped over my own feet in my frantic rush to get out of the apartment and into fresh air. Waiting for the police to arrive, I joined the dog in sitting under the tree, and enjoyed the fresh air.