We bury our dead
We cry for the lost
We kill the undead
We fight for what we have
We kill!
We die!
We keep moving on.
The people drop dead
Like bombs in a war.
Bullets may wound us
But we still fight
Through life, sorrow, and death.
War is everthing
Theres only dark meat and white meat
The soldiers and the Walkers.
No more black and whites.
Black
White
They may be opposite colors but do you really want to fight the living
Or the dead?
The dead and living are opposites.
That's what you need to focus on.
We don't kill the living!
Don't waste your breath and bullets on the living
But on the dead.
The dead will do more damage than a person,
Because one bite
Lasts forever
And I don't think you want to cut off your leg or hand.
If you get shot
Theres still a chance of living.
Not if your bit!
So stop worrying
And start Fighting!
