"Look closer." Drelev lifts his hand, and probes the skin on his cheek with his trembling fingers – it's pale,
"Look closer." Drelev lifts his hand, and probes the skin on his cheek with his trembling fingers – it's pale, but quite healthy. "You see? The skin peels away. Fingers, rotten to the bone. This corpse has no eyes, no heart, no stomach... Nothing. Smell it. It stinks of dead flesh."
