Rot bloats the flesh of the corpse, and what blood remains runs black. This body has no right to stand, let alone shuffle forward on dragging feet. Its head leans sickly to one side of the correct position atop the neck, and the tight fists it has made clearly have broken fingers. Lungs that should not work push out a gurgling wheeze from the creature’s collapsed throat, sending a gout of dark fluid from between its broken lips.
