14 June 2012
She's baaaaaaaaaaccckk! A warbled scream echoed down the hall. Risen from a shallow grave, back to kill us all.
Taking limbs ripped apart from others living work, stitched onto a ragged corpse that lurches with a jerk.
The stench from within her rotted mouth is vile, her words a gush of spitefulness and heartless bile.
Beware the undead horrors re-emerging from the earth. Invisible, they rise anew to stalk us like a curse.
Clone armies, poet zombies, where's it gonna end? Nothing here is what it seems. Evil's afoot, my friend.
Pay close attention to that memo, RE: Your Brains. She's baaaaaaaccckkk! Back in the saddle again!
Zombie Opussalypse • Opuss № I