A new day dawned,
Few birds were heard.
It became apparent that the dead were alive.
So began the living's fight to survive.
They scrambled to gather supplies.
A general rule seemed to arise.
If you don't have a good gun,
You won't get to have any fun.
The living made plans to escape,
To make it past the dead outside.
They wandered moaning in the street -
Kill every fraggin' zombie you meet!
They struck out with vigor!
They set out with rage!
The living struggled all through the night,
But the dead were just too many to fight.
The living made a valiant effort,
But their lives were cut short.
Satisfied with a kill so fresh,
The dead feasted on the living's flesh.
That day the dead prevailed,
And their war cry was wailed -
"Brrrrraaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnnsssssss!"
(I feel this is the weakest one yet. Just doesn't seem to hook..)
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