Infection of our world
Disease, not of this earth
Apocalypse
The human race dissolves
Where did we go wrong
Flesh rotten corpses back from the dead
Seek out what life remains
Eating their way through the hides of cattle
With a taste for guts and human brains
The last of us scavengers we fight to survive
We struggle on trusting one another
With what life remains these are the end of days
The walking dead!
No escape!
There must be a way out of here

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