It was the first Memorial Day, and the town was abuzz with excitement. There was a parade to honor the fallen, and a speeches to commemorate their sacrifice.

But, as the day went on, something began to feel off. The speeches felt hollow, the parade felt like a mockery. And, as the sun began to set, the town realized that something was very wrong.

The dead had begun to rise.

Screams filled the air as the town realized that they were under attack. The dead were everywhere, and they were hungry for human flesh.

The town was soon overrun, and the few survivors were left to flee for their lives.

As the sun rose on the following day, the town was silent. There were no survivors, and the only thing left were the rotting corpses of the townspeople.

Memorial Day had become a day of horror, and it would never be the same again.