A wide-eyed corpse gawked up at the sky. The bright sun shone down on his brown face, occasionally interrupted by the shadow of a palm leaf swinging in the light, warm breeze. He was stinking and putrid from rot. The wind picked up becoming strong and forceful, blowing the wisp of hair he had left to one side. His skin was dark and his clothing was leafy and stark, typical of the natives of this tropical island off the coast of Haiti. His entire body was withered and parched from exposure to the elements.
He appeared mummified, just like you’d expect of any other dead body left in the harsh tropical elements with the exception that it was moving. The corpse was walking, shambling down the beach, eyes fixed on the sky and swaying palm trees. The beauty of the tropical paradise, complete with salt water lapping the white sand beach of the shore was lost on the creature. The expression on the shambling creature’s face looked slightly confused, maybe about his condition, perhaps about why he was consumed with such an insatiable hunger, or maybe just the chopping sound floating on the breeze, getting louder by the second. Unexpectedly, the corpse had on something unique. A bright, shining, metallic collar, foreign to the simple native. A long spike on the inside of the collar stabbed firmly into the spinal column of the shambling monster.
“Gaah?” the zombie moaned in agony.
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