Except this corpse's head and limbs have been removed and replaced with crudely sewn-on necromorph parts.
Hanging from a doorway, strung up by its wrists in a mock crucifiction, is a bloody human corpse. Stumbling, he moves forward around a corner into a room awash in candle light. Seconds later the necromorph is on him, and in a blink it's gone.
Isaac Clarke is alone, moving through darkness and an even deeper silence.
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