"Haaah..." An undead moved slowly through the middle of the street, dragging himself forward at an unhurried pace with his back noticeably hunched, yet despite his miserable physical state, he continued glancing around at everything surrounding him with an unmistakable air of pride and superiority...
He was proud, genuinely proud, that his decaying body still retained a respectable amount of flesh rather than having already been reduced to bare bones, and even more importantly, that one of his eyes was still sitting inside its socket. True, that eye had long since turned completely white, without a trace of its original color remaining, and several worms could clearly be seen wriggling around inside it, but regardless of such insignificant details, the eye was still there, and that alone seemed more than enough for him to show off.
