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. Her head leans sickly aside of its right position atop the neck, and the tight fists she’s 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 her broken lips.