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Zombified

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Zombies rise, take their fill, burning with the need to kill. Hunger drives them on to homicide. Bloodlust burns in their eyes, eagerly consuming lives.


Zombie Sweetheart

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Honey won't you please. Come here and. Don't be such a tease. I love you. Don't be so insane. I only. Want to eat your brain. Please please me. . You never used to be like this.



Zombie Crew

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Back from the dead, goin' to the show. I can't feel my pulse but I'm still gonna go. I'm clinically deceased but I don't give a fuck. I'm a flesh-creepin' horror and I'm ready to rock!.


Vital Signs

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

I'm Detecting Vital Signs. Thank Fucking God There's Somebody Still Alive. Rush Him Straight Into Quarantine. Screening Procedure For This Selfish Gene.


Virulence

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Most Beautiful Of Accidents, These Flowers Of Disease. Pestilence Unfurling In Uncanny Poetry. Invisible Obscenities Most Sinister In Grace. Myriad Faceless Murderers Haunting The Human Race.


Twlight Of The Flies

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

These Walls Are Breathing. This World Is Closing In. Pressure Is Building. Shellshocked Amid This Din. Every Careful Structure. Suddenly Swept Away. Now I Am Naked.


Transmission

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Anonymous Masses. Featureless Faces. Bloodlust Is Broadcast. This Is A Crisis. Capture This Moment. Souls Have Been Stolen. Outlook Is Hopeless. This Could Go Global.


This Crowd Is Crushing Me

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Vast Populations Flee. Everybody's Fucking Leaving. Now We're All Refugees. Mass-Exodus, The Streets Are Seething. . No Escape From The Endless Horde.


The Unclean

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Bullet-Shaped Virions Ripping Through Your Flesh. Endlessly Reduplicate Their Messages Of Death. Silently Festering, Gathering In Strength. Militia Always On The March, Assault That Won't Relent.


The Time Before I Turn

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Sister, dearest, pray you draw near. And I'll whisper these few final thoughts in your ear. They may be my last, for my vision grows dim. And my breath comes in gasps, cold as ice is my skin.



The Pain Of Being Dead

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

The pain of being dead, a suffering you would not believe. A half-life dwelt in hell, no mortal mind could ever conceive. Victims of a power outside of any human control.


The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago


The Hordes

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Resurrect. Advancing through the gloom. Reanimate. Putrescence given living form. Malevolent. A hideous malignity. Assails your sight. And chills your soul.


Sever

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Will You Always Haunt Me. Shall I Never Lay You To Rest. Apparition Fatal To Me. Now And On The Day When You Left. . Stillborn Emotions Turning Blue. This Memory I Finger Like A Wound.


Send More Paramedics - Zombie Vs. Shark

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Nightmare grimace seen. Glimmering through swell. Shadow under water. Closer through this veil. Zombie deathfish strikes. Mutilating jaws. Automatic bite.


Send More Paramedics - This Is The Place Of Wailing And The Gnashing Of Teeth

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Cast into this outer dark. Blighted wasteland grey and stark. Cowering under this black sun. Shelterless, nowhere to run. . Exiles from the light. Left out in this place to die.


Send More Paramedics - Nothing Tastes Like This

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Do I see. And do I feel. And is all this real. Or is it just nothing?. Nothing more. Than physical. An illusion formed. By neurons firing?. . No. Feelings.


Send More Paramedics - Heavy Metal Cowboy

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Holed up in the warehouse. Zombies all around. Situation's desperate, but look what I have found. Bazookas, sub-machine guns. A box marked "TNT". Now we can show these mindless fucks.


Send More Paramedics - Funeral

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Funeral. The last obsequious rites. With filial devotion commit this body to the night. Funeral. . Mark this passing. Show your anguish. Cast your handful.


Send More Paramedics - From The Void

Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Fire in the sky, a sign from above. Noonday light dies, red sky dawns like blood. Symptoms unknown, no explanation. Your faces like stone, invasion's begun.


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