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The third bag continued struggling.

We reached the surface and sat down on the deck, stripping our gear immediately.

We were afraid to touch the bags, but one of the tenders eventually unzipped the moving bag.

An old, frail, very alive man rolled out, coughing water.

We stood shocked, unable to comprehend what we were witnessing.

Still not sure what I was doing, I ran to the other two bags and unzipped them.

There were two more old men laying motionless in the bags.

They appeared to have just drowned.

We attempted CPR, but were unable to revive them.

The man, who was somehow now alive, was backing away from us, screaming of the horrors he had witnessed.

He screamed about an eternity spent burning.

We locked him in a room and contacted the military that we had found a survivor alive.

Within the hour, a military chopper was hovering over us to pick up the two bodies and the survivor.

We had placed the bodies back in their bags and handed them over.

The man had been over to inspect them, unzipping the bags.

As he opened the bags, an unbearable stench overtook us.

The bodies appeared to be in decay, as if they had been dead and soaking in the water for a week.

We zipped it back up and had them lifted into the chopper.

Then we escorted him to the survivor.

We could hear the screaming from down the hall.