Zombies

Upon a wall, the words were written in blood/From the Land of Chaos

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And out of the flaming mouth of hell, I saw the dead walk;
I saw the legions of the damned and the soulless, scatter upon the face of the earth
and the children of men consumed, and the seed thrown about in confusion,
to wonder the land that was once their own.

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When the dead have inherited the earth

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Though I walk the land given to the dead,
and stand among the lost and the forgotten,
I will not fear death, for I carry with me, the promise of a better resurrection.
I will not fear the stalking plague that seeks to devour my soul,
as in my heart, the hope for a better tomorrow still lives on.
My God and my faith will be with me forever.

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Everything under the sun

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Under the heat of the dying sun, every ounce of fear and hate, and determination to survive bled through the pores of his sweat soaked skin, as he swung the heavy broad sword in savage desperation at the rushing monsters. Covered in the blood of the damned, as he slaughtered the relentless rabid, his arms became weak from the struggle; his legs became soft, as his heart rushed adrenaline through every vein. Running on fading strength, only the will of the soul could keep him going; only that unseen hope to live would be his saving grace. Everything he loved, and everything he knew was nothing more than a mindless cadaver; an infected abomination. By the hands of man, all that he loved had been murdered.

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Under the glow of sorrow

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The darkest days were already behind them, yet danger still loomed over them; like the loneliest rays of the moon upon a sinking grave, they would forever be bathed in its glow. No longer did the old world exist; now a savage new world would be their home, now they would live every moment, running on pure instinct, living and dying by survival. No more, would there be compassion or trust in any one, not even among each other, however, to be alone would be one's own demise.

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Against the Rushing Tide

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Over the rotting dead, he stood; still holding tight to the .22 rifle. Down on the second death he gazed, still wide eyed, still fueled by adrenaline and fear. Somehow he survived the onslaught of the coming death, and in the field of the maggot flowers, he found himself standing; still alive and breathing under an infected sky; under a moon who's fading light had long abandoned the soul. Alone in the cold silence of midnight, no sound filled the putrid, dank air; no movement clashed against the vast expanse of darkness; nothing but the sound of his heart thrashing madly filled his ears as he looked up toward the sorrow infested face of the moon. In the distance, the silhouette of a long forgotten building reached out to hold him.

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What Waits At The On The Other Side?

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Into the mouth of the hungry mountain, he faded; staggering as each slow, clumsy step took him two steps closer to the unknown, and one step beyond the vile death that stalked him. In the chasm, there existed no sight to guide him, no light to shine his way; only the sensation of long abandoned train tracks that lie in sorrow under his feet; the skeleton left behind. As though to show him the way to life eternal, each wood plank; every stone sank deep into the sole, walking him further on into the void. Against the walls of the night, horrid bellows of suffering and madness echoed wildly, numbing his head with the agony of hell, surrounding him; filling him with confusion. Where they behind him, where in front of him; was he walking away from grave, or walking into it? As the rotting unseen called out from somewhere beyond the dying moonlight, which long left him abandoned and blind, the fear began to burn hot; With no strength left, no protection, and no memory; would he find salvation? Forcing himself forward, he shuffled deeper into the bowls of the mountain.

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No Other Place To Hide

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In awe, she stood, gazing up into the unknown. As the rotting face of the old the power plant loomed tall over her, she found herself being engulfed in its massive shadow; in the arms of the dying moon, it frowned down upon her. From somewhere within the void, a shallow, dim light escaped through the dirt encrusted window, reaching out to her as though to welcome her inside. Something foreboding fell upon her; a sense of gloom and loneliness crept into her mind. The light from within, burned low.

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What waits from the Gates of Death

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Under the orange haze of dying sky, he stood; full of anxiety and tension;
full of conflict, as they prepared for the coming night.
From places unseen, the sorrow of the dead echoed faintly on the fleeing wind.
As if seeking refuge like the worms that crawl from long dead cadavers,
cries of the tormented clawed at the gates of a distant hell.
In his ears pain and suffering had found home.
As he looked into the horizon, he wondered how much longer they would last.
How much longer could they continue to run?
Eventually the stalking death would find them.
Would they stand and fight now, or keep running for as long as they could?
Looking down, he closed his eyes.

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Standing at the gate of imprisonment

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At remains of the bridge, she stood; looking out across the void that once connected Victor Island to the world beyond its borders. What was suppose to be a sanctuary for the living, was found to be a desolate graveyard; a prison that now held her within is walls. Only the midnight wind offered any comfort, as it wrapped its cold, numbing arms around her. On her soft, pale face, it kissed her gently, as if to kiss away the exhaustion and the scars she carried.