HORROR HAS A ZIP CODE! A NIGHTMARE DAWN IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD! THE CUE IS FOUND IN BLACK BAGS… THE TRUTH WILL CHILL YOU TO THE BALLS!
STOP THE PRESSES AND PUT DOWN THE COFFEE! THE NEWS NO ONE WANTED TO READ BUT EVERYONE FEARED. THE DEVIL WAS ON THE LOOSE IN THE EARLY MORNING AND LEFT HIS MACABRE GIFT ON THE SIDEWALK.
Guys, hold on to whatever you can and cross yourselves three times because what we’re about to tell you is worse than hitting God on Good Friday! If you were one of those who saw that notification on your phone, that truncated headline that read “Body found in black bags… Read more,” and felt a cold pit in your stomach, brace yourselves. Because we actually clicked on it, we actually waded into the mud of reality to bring you the unvarnished truth, however raw and painful it may be.
The “Read more” that woke Mexico up today hides a tragedy that reeks of death, gunpowder, and the rot that eats away at our streets. Enough is enough!
CHRONICLE OF A DANTEAN DISCOVERY: THE STENCH OF DEATH
It all began when the sun was just trying to peek through the smog of this concrete jungle. It was around 6:00 in the morning in the “El Olvido” neighborhood (name changed because, frankly, every neighborhood is a war zone these days). Doña Chonita, the woman who sells tamales on the corner and gets up before the chickens, was the first to encounter the horror.
According to her, still trembling and with her shawl tightly wrapped around her chest, she was pulling her atole cart when her nose gave her the first warning. “It wasn’t the smell of a dead dog, young man,” she told us, her eyes glassy. “It was that sweet, penetrating smell that one recognizes, unfortunately. The smell of Death when she’s working overtime.”
There, in a vacant lot that serves as an illegal dump between Amapola Street and Cerrada de las Ánimas, they were. Three bundles. Three jumbo garbage bags, those heavy-duty black ones, tied tightly with industrial brown packing tape, as if they wanted to contain the devil himself.
But what chilled Doña Chonita’s blood wasn’t the bags themselves. It was the dark, thick liquid that oozed from one of them, forming a macabre puddle on the dirt, and the swarm of cemetery flies buzzing around as if announcing the feast.
GROUND ZERO OF TERROR: THE “BLUE” COPS ARRIVE AND THE CIRCUS STARTS
The 911 call unleashed chaos. In a matter of minutes, the morning silence was shattered by the wail of sirens. First to arrive were the municipal police, the “blue” cops, who, with long faces and drawn weapons, cordoned off the area with that cursed yellow tape that reads “CAUTION – CRIME SCENE,” that tape that now seems like permanent decoration in our country.
The neighborhood awoke with a start. The women came out in their bathrobes, the men with their beer bottles (even though it was early, just to be scared), and the curious children who should have been on their way to school peeked out from between the adults’ legs. Morbid curiosity, my friends, that national sport, was in full swing.
What was in the bags? The rumor spread faster than wildfire. “They say it’s ‘El Brayan,’ the one who owed money to the guy,” one person said. “No, they say it’s a girl, who looked like she had long hair sticking out of a bag,” another said. The uncertainty hung heavy in the air.
THE “COLD MEAT TRUCK” ARRIVES: THE FORENSIC MEDICAL SERVICE IN ACTION
Tensions rose when the dreaded white truck from the Forensic Medical Service (SEMEFO) arrived. The forensic experts, clad in their white astronaut-like suits, got out with expressions that said, “Here we go again.” Nobody wants their job, honestly.
They started taking photos, measuring, and collecting shell casings (because, of course, they were also riddled with bullets before being bagged). And then, it was time to move the bundles. The smell became unbearable when they tried to lift the first bag, and it almost broke due to the weight and decomposition.
Oh my God! What we saw was not for the faint of heart. It wasn’t a complete body, folks. The brutality with which these butchers acted is beyond words. The preliminary reports, those leaked to us by our insiders at the prosecutor’s office, indicate that the remains were… “fragmented.” They were torn to pieces! What kind of beast does that!