Eurydice sat on a broken tombstone in a broken down graveyard, her arms wrapped around her legs which were pulled against her chest. She was sad, and lonely. The only kind of people who ever came by were thrill seekers who ran away the moment they saw her. A sigh escaped the half-ghost half-zombie and she let her head fall back, staring up at the full moon above her. She wanted to be held. To give hugs. Just the kind of simple affection she didn't get anymore in the afterlife.