Blood gushed and spread down the dress as the headless, lifeless corpse collapsed to the wooden floor.

Even as they watched, the corpses withered and collapsed inward, like pumpkins rotting on the vine.

Vicki Weaver's corpse collapsed on the floor, clutching the baby in a rictus of death.

Both eyeballs blew out of their sockets as the corpse collapsed in the seat.

As the corpses collapsed, so did the road.

The corpse collapsed to the floor.

The headless corpse collapsed, spouting blood, and the trees dropped on top of it.

The running corpses stumbled, collapsed, and fell.

The corpse collapsed on top of him.

The spouting corpse collapsed, its limbs thrashing, for a moment not realizing they were dead.