My name, Liam, or it was my name, until I crawled up out of my grave about 1 week after I died. I died at the age of 17 and look 234. Rotten and bloody. My boyfriend, Adam, is still crying over my death and won't date anyone else. He finds out I'm alive and has a heart attack, only to come back alive 2 weeks later. Is love stronger than hunger when you become the un-dead? Im hoping so...