Of Graveyards, Truths and Dares

So one of the Friday the Thirteeners (some awesome authors debuting in 2013), April Tucholke, asked me over to their blog to do a truth or dare. The post isn't due today; in fact, I have until next week.

The problem is, well, I picked a dare.

*why oh why didn't I pick the TRUTH??*

And the dare is to hang out in a cemetery at dusk and write a poem.

There are two major problems with this, as I see it.

1. I don't want to get arrested.
2. I don't want to get arrested.

Okay, maybe three.

3. I don't want the undead pissed off at me for sitting on their bones.

I mean, I Googled all these cemeteries in my town. And lo and behold, cemeteries are NOT like Ruby Tuesdays, because cemeteries close well before sunset. The websites also don't instruct you on what to do if a bony hand pushes its way out of the loamy soil, seeking flesh, its bony maw thirsting for blood and revenge and...

Oh. Did I also tell you I'm a total wimp when it comes to horror?

Anyway. Just wanted to let you know that this week probably, I may get eaten by midwest zombies on my journey to fulfill one, itty bitty truth or dare.

Any advice for me as I tackle a sea of undead, six-feet under? Do you think a police officer will buy my lame-o explanation that this is for writing research?