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.
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