October 31, 2005
Helios has not risen.
No movement, no sound.
Walking through this place,
The Union Cemetary.
Eerie mists hang low.
Faint whisper beckons,
Low, raspy sound of the grave.
The dead start to rise.
There's nowhere to run!
Surrounded by the mindless
and walking corpses.
They're closing in!
I must fight them, stay alive!
I will never fall!
An arm's length away,
Their gutteral moaning - "Brains!"
Damn you, Romero!
Screaming! *Rip* *Chomp* *Tear*
Rending flesh! *Glub* *Crunch* *Gnaw, Gnaw*
*Crunch* *Tear* "Brains! Mmmmm... brains!"