Army of the Dead
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An inexplicable phenomenon,
Has changed rot into rebirth.
The dead have risen from their sleep,
And now they walk the Earth.
They have invaded every city,
Upon bloodstained streets they tread.
Onward they march tirelessly,
The army of the dead.
Devouring all that lives and breathes,
Then recruiting their fallen prey.
Their ranks grow exponentially,
With every passing day.
Frustration and exhaustion,
Hope replaced with dread.
Never a moment of respite,
From the army of the dead.
Running low on food and ammo,
And yet more of them arrive.
I have no choice but to face the truth.
There's no chance I will survive.
As I hear them breaking through the door,
There's no more to be said.
Soon I'll be marching onward,
With the army of the dead.