Beware, for he is the living dead.

He comes from the grave, his body a home of worms and filth. No life in his eyes, no warmth on his skin, no beating in his breast. His soul is as empty and dark as the night sky. He laughs at the blade, spits at the arrow, for they do no harm to his flesh. From no to eternity he will walk the earth, smelling the sweet blood of the living, feasting upon the bones of the dammed. Beware, for he is the living dead.
- Obscure Hindu text, circa 1000BC