A foul-smelling creature stood in front of me. Its white dull eye had a flurry of emotions behind it that usual corpses weren't capable of.
"Sylvia?" I narrowed my eyes, "Is that really you?"
The corpse stumbled closer as if it didn't believe its eye. The voice that left its mangled throat was grating and rough, "M-Moao? No… Who are you? You don't look like Moao…"
Her foot caught a rock and sent her body forward. I rushed over to catch her, but fell with her instead. Her stench permeated my nose and I strenuously gulped down my distaste. I looked over her body noticing every cut and tear, "What happened to you?!"
She struggled to get off of me. Her one eye looked at me with a dim shine, "Are you really Moao? Why do you look different? My sight is bad now, but it still doesn't look right."
I let out a sigh, "It's really me. I am inhabiting another body."
