• With rotting flesh and blood stained teeth,
    A sight that eyes pray never meet.
    A twisted way to bring the end,
    To shoot your family and friend.
    A shallow grave not for these beasts,
    You must make of them a flames feast.
    The distance will not make them stop,
    They'll follow you until you drop.
    And bullets will not make them slow,
    Unless inside their head they go.
    And if you feel it's not the end,
    Put a hole in them again.
    Board up the doors and windows tight,
    And hope you make it through the night.
    A horror story has come true,
    They'll eat the flesh of me and you.
    And if you live to tell the tale,
    Mankind indeed just might prevail.
    Though things will never be the same,
    Not after the world we reclaim.