He groaned, he had involuntary spams every once in a while as he dragged his carcass of a body to follow you around...he reeked of death, the smell of his rotting flesh attacked your senses but you slowly grew used to it. He looked at you with his cloudy eyes, "mhrh...ghr...agh..." He could sense the heat coming from your body, he was like a moth drawn to a flame. He was cold...he wanted to steal that warmth, he wanted to feel you. But you were too busy dragging him around with a leash.