I could tell this one is pretty lame. I guess it's a nice elementary story?

About time they finished.
Jason grumbles, clutching his coat tighter about himself. He could smell his neighbours’ meals as he passed their houses. The scents taunted him of his barren table back home. Oh well, he thinks. Tonight, he will have plenty to sup.
He passes the looming gates that signal the edge of town, and veers towards the local cemetery. He stops in front of the ground that was freshly disturbed by that morning’s burial. Taking out a trowel from his coat, the brunette begins to dig. Before long, he strikes hard wood. Jason’s grin widens. Tonight, he eats.