While searching for the answers we have unleashed the greatest threat to humanity. These somnambulists walk among us. The lucky few will be devoured. Our means of warfare rendered useless, for how do you kill what has no life?
This is our nightmare; the living dead. Once deceased, now they walk again. They are the nightmare, living yet dead. Brutally, they’re resurrected.
We must abandon all emotion if we are to survive, if we are to last at all.
We are the nightmare; living yet dead. Reanimated corpses. We are the nightmare. We are the dead. Brutally we’re resurrected.
We will abandon all hope. We will destroy. We will kill them.
We are doomed. Yet, if we’re to last at all, we must be like them. We must become emotionless killers, obtaining no joy from the hunt. Aimlessly they stalk knowing no concept of hope. Empty husks of those we used to love, now reduced to demons consuming flesh.