The corpse didn't twitch. It didn't breathe. It simply hung in the air with its legs and arms tied up by the fleshy vines and branches of the dead tree.
Its body was shriveled, and the more Corey observed it, the more he came to realize that the corpse was pierced in numerous places by the fleshy tendrils that grew from the tree's bark-like muscle.
The corpse had no nose, a stitched mouth, and two eyes.
Although one eye socket was hollow, the other had an eye... and it was open.
The eye was rotten, and it was staring directly at him without blinking even once.
Corey stared directly into its eyes, and a sort of staring competition happened between Corey and the corpse.
Approximately three seconds later, Corey frowned because black blood began to drip from the hollow eye socket.
And it was not in a torrent. It was not like rain.
One drop.
Two drops.
Three drops.
Every three seconds, a drop of blood fell from the hollow eye socket, and each drop of blood was heavy.
