Reach deep down inside of you when you feel dead
It’s there where you’re power resides
Set it loose upon your world
Everyone will fear your inner zombie
Undead and dangerous, you climb out of your energy grave
Pushing upright you shuffle off to find your brains
The call for brains escaped Bob’s mouth. He remembered the good old days before the blight had swept the realm. Brains were everywhere, plentiful if a bit pickled in the alcohol and first and second hand cigarette smoke. Over time the smoke for the most part cleared, but then the new blight began to spread. More and more zombies were created, leaving him starved for the brains he craved. Still Bob soldiered on, looking for that most precious commodity. Those damn screens have destroyed so many brains, leaving Bob to lecture at those zombies instead of teaching. Brains. Brains! BRAINS!