Not another red-sleeve. One of the guards, the slower undead. The dumber ones. I killed it, grabbed the keys off it, and tossed it to them. By the time I looked back--

There hunger must have been great indeed.

[ An answering pause. ]

I realised when they started eating the creature. When they were in the light, when I could see their hollow faces, their crazed eyes. They move differently from the living.

I have seen their kind before. I know what fueled that plague. But they could never speak.