Sunlight fades.
Darkness invades.
The ground quakes.
The dead awake.
Rotting flesh.
Undead breath.
Need to feed.
Teeth and greed.
Fearful masses.
Panicked, crashes.
Run and hide.
Most will die.
Rise again.
Undeads kin.
Our bodies fell.
Their ranks swell.
Shuffle feet.
Eat. Eat.
Chew on toes.
Cheeks and nose.
Bones crunch.
Zombies lunch.
The horde walks.
Wanders and stalks.
No cure.
Virus pure.
Science has failed.
The government bailed.
Nowhere safe.
Spirits chafe.
Forgive our sin.
The Undead win.
