England appears the winner.
Since Scapheap left the date of death correctly, out of the two his one is chosen (And I wouldn't even know how to let a 1312 dead guy think/Speak)
Name:Jack
Surname:Graves
Date of Birth:04/01/1975
Date of Death: 16/03/2013
In loving memory.
Photo:Brown hair, green eyes, tall
Location of Cemetery:All Saints Church, Anstey Lane, Thurcaston, United Kingdom
http://goo.gl/maps/i366CYou emerge from the ground on a moody day. The grass is wet, as if it had just rained a few moments before. You look at your hands, pale gray, and the dirt beneath your nails. You clawed out quickly, as if it was your second nature to do so.
Near you, you can hear the rasping sounds coming from within the tombs nearby. There are loud barks of dogs coming from somewhere behind the trees that somehow circle the church, but the gates that lead outside appear to be open.
You know what this is.
It's called being a Zombie.
It started a few months earlier in Belgium with a japanese tourist girl going on a rampage. The girl was eventually shot down and the infection quarantined.
Or so they said.
Yet here you are. Maybe you shouldn't have agreed to a heart operation at your age, but it had been freshly delivered to the hospital and you would have lost your number on the list. Now you don't have to fear about congenital heart defects any longer: your heart isn't beating at all.
The question remains though...
What do you do now?