Advent, Chapter 2-Spree
A woman, crying for her baby, a man crying for his wife, a boy crying for his brother, boyfriend laying dead beside his girlfriend, a corpse flopping back and forth in seizure, alone and dying.
The Great Prophet Of Zao Chapter 14: Fire, Smoke, and Death
Before me lay the bloodied corpses of our enemies, disarmed of their weaponary. the guard dogs have already pushed halfway through the camp slaughtering whoever crosses their path.
Phoenix Tears
The human's corpse started smoking, smouldering really, eventually giving rise to a full flame.
Chapter Two
She muttered to the corpse as if it could hear her. "these knives look to be of orkish make. why in the world would orks do this to a tarin? we're supposed to be allies." the soft groan reached her ears moments before the corpse stirred against her.
Thane of Hearts, Parts Two (and Part one, revised)
"helge and the boy can give us a hand with the corpses before they attract animals to the bygd." helge, runa, alfwyn and myself walked back to kjappi's cabin to remove the corpses of the two soldiers.
Zombiology - Orca
The arm was quickly abandoned and the zombie was smacked into the air several more times before the game was changed to breaching and then landing on or near the animated corpse.
Chapter 1
Soaked in blood and sweating profusely, it was only moments before he found himself wretching miserably in the back alleyway blocks away, shaking in terror of what was to come when the corpse was found.
The Devil's Toys
He was shaking and it seemed he was talking to the shambling corpse. he reached for his sidearm, and rested it against the forehead of the only one he ever loved.
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
#8 of cry me a murder the corpse of mr. tejon -soon to be buried under his official name of ted jones, was all over the kitchen floor. like agent phelps before him, ted jones had been torn to shreds.
A Long, Dark Road (Part 9)
Morgana demanded of one of the corpses.
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Chapter IV
_just a corpse.
Poetry of Power
The sight of it- a corpse rotted away by centuries of hatred and decay.