"What's that?" Jonathan Keating comforted Alice Lawson, inadvertently noticing the white plastic bag on the bedside table.
The bag was opaque, so its contents were unclear, but he had just seen something move inside it.
Alice Lawson turned her head, saw the bag, and disdainfully said, "That little bitch brought some fruit. I almost forgot. Throw it out! Who cares!"
Fruit?
Fruit shouldn't be moving; there must be more than just fruit inside.
Jonathan Keating walked over and slowly opened the fruit bag. It was double-layered, and as he opened the innermost layer, a stench hit him in the face.
The rotten fruit inside oozed nauseating juices, covered with white maggots crawling over the brown decaying flesh.
Alice Lawson also saw it and didn't react at first, cursing, "That bitch!"
Caught off guard by such a disgusting sight, Jonathan Keating immediately stepped back two steps.
