Syndicate {Hollywood Undead}

Syndicate {Hollywood Undead}

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Who will save you when the dead come knocking? Who will protect you in your time of need? Who will be there when the world has turned it's back against you? Well, one thing's for sure. It sure as hell won't be me. My name is Carter Rutherford. I moved to LA with my bandmates to escape the small streets of England, only to get stranded in this god forsaken place with nothing but the clothes on my back, and dead men walking. So pack your bags, barricade your windows. The dead are rising.
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UNITY

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