"I wonder who opened ..." Teresa began.
"Shh," Jon whispered. "Do you hear that? Where's that coming from?"
It sounded like dirt being moved. Their eyes were still adjusting to the moonlit night, so they still couldn't see the best they could. But having the moonlight was better than having none at all. And with the littlest light that they had, they looked around the graveyard. And that's when they saw the hand.
Teresa screamed loud enough to wake the dead. And, as it turned out, that statement was more true than not.
The hand wiggled around a bit, then pushed up higher, revealing the arm that it was attached to. And then in no time at all, the entire body was out. As unbelievable as it seemed, it was a zombie. A real zombie.
