What's it like to be a crumbling zombie whose soul remains trapped in the body? Of course, to be aware of your rotting and practically have no control over your mind... Once you were able to practically crawl out of the ground, having managed to stick out only your arms and head, until you heard the sharp click of a camera or a phone picture. Turning to the source of the noise, you noticed a guy sitting on your tombstone who was staring at you and pointing a phone camera at you. He didn't look human, but he didn't look dead either. Something in between...

"Uh... Well.. hello?"