“Maybe there was a little blip of a heartbeat.”

“But he’s dead … like weeks ago. That is not possible,” said Buzz, his voice cracking like dry wood under pressure.

“I know this sounds ridiculous, but that is the only explanation for these words. The coffin was buried 6 ft in the ground; no one could reach it.”

A silence followed, quiet enough that they could hear their own hearts beating. Buzz stared at the paper again. The handwriting was so shaky that it echoes the pain the writer was in.

“Help me, it’s tight and dark down here”

His throat tightened. “Maybe, just maybe… It’s just a prank”

“A prank?” the gravedigger repeatedly offended. “Who would climb the fence into the graveyard at midnight, dig through packed solid ground, open a sealed coffin, leave a note.. And then bury it back perfectly?”

Buzz’s face darkened.

“His finger rubbed together uncontrollably, leaving a mark on his thumb. That is the undeniable proof that he is alive.”

The gravedigger leaned closer. “There’s more.”

“Not just the handwriting, but the spread and press of the ink, growing darker toward the bottom; his scripture was desperate, until the last moment.”

“Truck, Gray, Buzz, come help me

I can hear you guys crying, thudding above the ground.

I’m here, ALIVE” The note continues.

Seeing nothing work out, Buzz decided to leave. “I’ll call you later. I need some time to think about this.”

That night was abnormal, the sky was darker and froggy than usual. These gave Buzz an unpleasant feeling, especially after what he’s been through.

Later on that night, Buzz was scrolling on his phone. He came across a post from a local cult ritual that revives death. “We tried and succeeded in reviving a passed away man, raising the army’s troops to 100. We are getting closer to that day.” The post read.

Suddenly, he heard the main door crack open.

“Who’s that?” He shout

His voice echoed across the room, but it soon lost in the dark.

Buzz tiptoe in front of the bedroom door and listen carefully.

The wooden floor cracking like there are groups of people walking on it.

The footsteps came closer, and stopped in front of the bedroom door. A strong odor like rotten meat blast through the door. Buzz stunned.powerless

He held his breath. His body was stiff; his fingers were cold, and his mind was completely blank.

The door handle turned slowly.

In the dark, a familiar face wore out, looking extremely like his past away brother.

The zombie grabbed Buzz’s head. He started feeling and collapsed to the ground. His vision is getting blurry and heart slowed down. At last, all he could hear was the sound of a heart blip.