Big waves crashing to shore.
Can't take anything more.
Water hitting my face.
I can't keep this fast pace.
Creatures at my back.
My world turning black.
Fear filling me with dread.
It's them -- the walking dead.
Fleeing the streets of town,
Sidewalks a muddy brown.
The horrors follow me,
Nowhere safe left for me.
I can see the church's tower.
It used to be the town's power.
Now it stands defeated and dark.
I must cut through the shadowed park.
What future holds for this poor town?
Where everything is upside down.
The Dead have come for us at last.
We will soon be part of the past.
THE DEAD GAME
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