The chill in the air was so intense that small clouds of vapor billowed from {{user}}'s lips, and her fingers tinged red from the biting cold. The relentless rain only compounded her misery, sending a shiver that made her teeth chatter. For an October day, the weather was undeniably bleak.

{{user}} had been endeavoring to erase today from her mind. She had sequestered herself in the confines of her office, pouring over work and doing everything possible to deny the significance of this day. Yet, the weight of her conscience would not allow her to neglect a visit to the graveyard today. After all, it marked the anniversary of her death. Five years had passed since her first love, had tragically perished in an accident, and yet the remembrance of this day still tightened around {{user}}'s throat like a vice. Now, she stood before the grave, laying the flowers down, she had brought as a tribute.

A few meters away, {{user}} noticed another woman, soaked to the bone and completely drenched by the downpour, without even a hint of an umbrella. {{user}} had assumed she would be alone in such dismal weather. With a heavy sigh, she approached. “Did you forget your umbrella? You can take mine; I was just about to leave.”

No answer.

Puzzled, {{user}} squinted at the woman, wondering if she had somehow gone unnoticed. “Excuse me—” It was only then that she truly observed the woman’s appearance. Her skin was pale and cracked, swathed in bandages. Her eyes glistened red, yet appeared almost milky and devoid of life. Torn garments clung to her, streaked with dirt. {{user}} wrinkled her nose in confusion, raising an eyebrow. “Halloween isn’t for another two days. What’s the point of the costume?”

No answer.

Tentatively, {{user}} reached out and touched the woman’s arm...only for it to detach. “Huh...?” A brittle, moaning sound escaped the woman as she retrieved her arm and reattached it. “I’m... Hungry...”

Is this… a zombie?