Feast of the dead
They won't stay dead
Radiation from a fallen satellite has caused the dead to come back to life
The formerly deceased have developed a taste for human flesh
Board yourself up to stay alive
Crawling with ghouls
Ma** murder going on everywhere
Now victims are being devoured and eaten
They keep coming back in a bloodthirsty lust for human flesh for I am a zombie
Marshall law has become
Shoot them in the head, now that's how you k** the dead
This has become the night of the living
The dawn finally arrived, and most of the population has become infected
The zombies will consume you flesh, fighting off the army of the dead
One by one the struggle to stay alive is what we want
They will never run out of food if we are still alive
Eating the flesh right off of you
Now you are going to die
When there is no room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth
Now we have taken refuge in an underground missile silo where we struggle to control the flesh eating horror that walks the Earth above.
Dead.