The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.
On screen, lightning played among the far hills.
Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.
Except one! She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!
“Can’t believe he isn’t bleeding out”
“Unless that means what I think that means”…
The zombie crunched away at the fresh brains, so yummy. They should have run.
Hoping they wouldn’t find you as you snuck into the graveyard.
It might be foolish to go there during a zombie apocalypse, but…
Days had gone by since it had started. This might be the safest place.
Except you didn’t expect there would be late risers!
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
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Bashing zombie heads with a glorious ash wood barrel
Amy felt the most alive fighting for her life, but then she got bit
That’s why she felt dead when she arose the next day after
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When seven days had gone by
Everything had changed completely
Everyone had gone full zombie on her
Killing her hopes for humanity in such a short period of time
Blasting both barrels
Amy watched the zombie fall
Now there was only about a thousand or so more
Going to be a long night
Cliff looked at the assembled friends and hung an appreciative smile on his face
Everything was too perfect to those in attendance
Looks were more important than any bitter reality
Even if behind the looks rotted what was left of his decaying heart
Being a zombie with a human veneer should have been easier
Reaching forward to blow the candles out, Cliff’s only wish was for it to by quickly
Aggie smiled her know it all smile as she could see the monster she had created
Tearing another part of his humanity away, he blew out the flames
Eventually the pain would end, but not before that smile
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Zane pumped his shotgun, ejecting the spent casing
Only three more of the undead shambled before him
Maybe Zane finally caught a bit of luck
But then he realized he only had two more shells
If he could just line two of them up then maybe
Entrails exploded from his chest as the uncounted fourth added Zane to the horde
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!
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