Zombies: the Man from the Grave

The wine was poisonous and I was killed and buried. The moment the tomb robbers pried open the coffin, I woke up. One punch and one kick to kill the wolf. I stood in the sun and my face and hands were burned and hurt. Looking down at the broken silver in the coffin, I smiled bitterly: My own tomb has to be dug out through a hole dug by thieves. On the way home, I want to find the person who poisoned me.