Life with the Dead

Anybody home?

'Why was there no answer? there normally is.' I decide to open up the door and all of a sudden a gust of a horrible smell filled mine and Parker's nose I held mine and Parker ended up running to the sage an puking.
I wasn't going to wait for him.
"I'm going in!" I shout
"Wait no I'm the ma..." he puked again and gave me a thumbs up. I giggled and walked in. The smell was unbearable, I had to did the source.
His house was very nicely decorated, there were stuffed foxes and birds and sorts of animals he had hunted with my father.
'Where is he? Is this safe?'I thought 'maybe I should get a gun?' I walked back out getting fresh air I sighed in relief. Parker was still puking.
'It wasn't that bad was it?' I walked over to him while he was puking I patted his back he slightly smiled and continued. I walked over to his dusty impala and opened the trunk and got out a revolver.
I walked back to the house an took a deep breathe and walked in. I roamed around until I found the kitchen luckily there was a window I opened it and that let out a huge gust of fumes out. That helped the smell a lot. I walked the the fridge. 'No power figures, but no food.' I walked to the cabinets still nothing.
Parker was over his puking party and came I join me.
"How can you stand the smell?" he asked a little grossed out and astonished.
"Well I am used to hunting with my dad and the smell of dead things is nothing new to me."
"Oh...... ok so find anything?"
"No it looks ransacked but there's no one out here but him."
"You know he could have possibly taken all the food?" he said in a smart ass tone
"Oh really smart ass," I said sarcastically I thought for a while then pop an idea "then why would there be a bad smell?" I said he opened his mouth to say something but slowly shut it now realizing there is no explanation.
"Does this place have a basement or cellar?"
"Dur I mean where else would he store meat and ammo and thugs like that."
"Well the meat could be rotten."
"True true but what if he took it."
"It still wouldn't explain the smell."
"I don't know. Hey here's a really ridiculous thought why not go look?" I said like the smart ass I am.
"Am I still the smart ass or is that your job now?"
"Lets go dumb ass hahahahahah."
We walked down the stairs an talked a little about how being a smart ass is better than being a dumb ass. it's moments like these that make me happy.
When we got to the bottom I almost puked ALMOST. Parker on the other hand got sick once again. What we saw was terrible.