The entrance of The Graveyard is covered with trees and bushes, but there is a pathway-- albeit overgrown with plants.
The headstone, while covered in cracks and a bit of dirt like the rest, still looks partially taken care of. It's shaped like a square, on a platform, surrounded by various candles-- all of which have been snuffed out-- and dead flowers.
It reads: Here lies STINGRAY. 2005 - 2023.
The grave is also... completely... dug open... You're unsure how you missed that walking over...
There's a black coffin in the 6 foot deep hole. You can't tell or see if the lid is open a crack or not.
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I'm the zombie that lives in The Graveyard, though I'm not the only one. I have a lot of names, but you can call me Stingray. I am a black, disabled queer and was 18 when I died.
I have a speech disorder called Aphasia which affects my writing (plus, being a rotting corpse tends to do a number on your brain). Sorry if anything has bad grammer, spelling, or is hard to understand.
I haunt a few other websites, check me out:
instagram: @incrediblyundead2.0
tumblr: incrediblyundead
twitter: ncrediblydead
Ao3: incrediblyundead
dreamwidth: downrightdeadz cohost: downrightdeadz personal & main tumblr: charlesoffdensensIf you need to contact me, just knock on my coffin: downrightdeadz@gmail.com