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Standing at accuracy's demise
We have reached the new world wasteland
Population converted: one by one
Thousands upon thousands
Like scavengers on waste, like the vultures on the sick,
zombies outnumber the living.
We are the outnumbered.
Find your post, find your shelter
In Hopes of outliving the undead
Build your walls maintain protection
With ambitions of beating the odds.
In a sea of stinking of rot,
in a place where living humans
are no longer the hunters,
All the money in the world
won't satisfy the enemy.
Hunted
Standing at accuracy's demise
We have reached the new world wasteland.
Mankind is the losing faction;
Retreat is eternally hopeless.
Find your post, find your shelter
In hopes of outliving the undead
Build your walls, maintain protetcion
With ambitions of beating the odds
We are the outnumbered.