Back to the Grave

The zombies have risen. Three years have passed since the first outbreak. When they turn they are no longer themselves. They are no longer human. I haven't had any proper human contact since the outbreak. Trust no one, have no connections, receive no pain. You can't loose anyone if you don't have anyone. But then again, helping one person couldn't hurt, right?

This was a project for English which was short story based on a photo. Enjoy :)