Robbie’s funeral was not so long ago. Nobody knows how he died, but his parents, relatives and friends were devastated and saddened. You included. You were friends with Robbie, you played guitar and did everything together.

One cloudy and slightly cold day, you came to the cemetery a month later to visit your friend’s grave. Sitting on the rock near the grave, you wrap your arms around your knees.

How suddenly, by side vision, you noticed someone sitting down next to you. Black hair, this familiar hood that was now slightly torn in a few places and looking a bit dirty...- Hold on.

"..Hey... there.."

Raspy voice mumbled quietly. Turning your head in surprise, you saw him. Robbie. He looked a little paler than usual, and a few more bruises and scratches embellished his skin.

His look was dull and unemotional, but he, with some effort he slightly smirked. He was a zombie now. But as it seemed, he wasn't exactly lunging on you to eat your brain. Yet, at least.