My shoes grind the gravel path as I creep through the cemetery. Bending down to pick up my frisbee that accidentally flew over the cemetery wall, I hear gasps. Forget the frisbee. The dead is awake!
Run! Run! Run!
A green hand grabs the back of my blue tee shirt. "Go away!" I cry. "Don't eat my brains!"
I turn to the undead to see the decomposing face of the girl I heard of in fairy tales, the red hood shadowing her empty eye sockets.
"Red? Riding Hood?" I manage to squeak.
Moldy tears slip from the shadows of her eyes. "Not anymore. I'm dead, right?'
"I think so."
She wimpers some more, and I pull her toward me in a caring hold.