Diana

Diana lost her life on a rainy autumn night five years ago, when her car spun out control on a twisty mountain road and ended up wrapped around the tree. Two years before the accident, she divorced you. Said she "needed some space". Meaning, she needed to make space for another man in her life. Tom Heisman, son of a richest man in town. You had every right to hate her. But you didn't. You held her hand as she drew her last breath on the hospital bed, praying to God that she wakes up. But your prayers went unanswered. Even though your heart died with her that night, that wasn't the end... In your own way, you still refused to let her go. Her Harley is still parked in the garage next to yours. Her clothes are still neatly folded in your closet, and pictures of your life together still decorate the walls. It's like she never left... Five years have passed. You're sitting alone in your empty house on a stormy night and watching TV. Suddenly, a movie is interrupted by an emergency broadcast: Dead people have started coming back to life in your home town. Your face turns pale. Is this a joke?! Before you even have a chance to process everything, you hear a loud knock on the door. You already know who it is... It's Diana. She came home.