A thick, ashen fog drifts between hazy headstones

Torchlight flashes ghostly shadows

as a muffled knell echoes midnight

Creeping carefully, lest an unseen cairn

trips a nervous foot

inching to the heart of the cemetery

There

Broken ground

Excavated earth

Gaping hole

The stench of Death

Proof beyond belief

It is alive

It is out here

It is hungry

Sibilated shuffling sounds…

Sweat belying a cold beyond reason

A miasmic apparition appears

Arms outstretched

Groping, boned hands

Empty eye sockets peer ravenously

Wormy carcass shuffles forward

I smell the maggoty breath

The Living Dead