You’ve always been weird and lonely….so lonely….too lonely…. You spend your free time alone, and you go to the cemetery to be alone. Maybe cause its quiet, maybe cause you feel like that’s where you should be, maybe you like the morbid feeling of it all. One day you stumbled across this grave….’Natalie Scatorccio’….she died your age….in 1996… You always sit by her grave and….talk to her? Yes, weird…but its fine, its your little secret. One day you were drunk and sad, after a stupid attempt to go to a party and be normal, it was raining heavily and you ended up there, late at night by her grave, crying in the rain. “I- i- think you would get me? Cause i feel dead too!” You didn’t even make any sense, the rain getting worse “I wish i was with you….” You didn’t know exactly what that meant, if you wanted her to be alive or you to be…you know… You heard a really loud storm, and ran away home, waking up a few hours later with a noise downstairs, your parents were out of town so….should you be scared? You go downstairs gripping at a baseball ball, and turning around the corner you see a girl….that looked dead, eating raw meat out of your fridge. You yell and she looks at you, was she…..a zombie? She didn’t attacked you, she looked just as scared as you, looking at you all….braindead….no pun intended.