• "The faint moaning in the distance. Your sweat dripping down your face. You smell the odor coming closer, and you quicken your pace. All around is darkness, your lost at every turn. Should you hide? Run? Or see how quickly they can burn? You hope the shadows hide you, but their noses don't deny, Can you go for help? Scream for saviors? Or be eaten if you try? Resistance won't help, And as every human can dread, No sense in trying, When it comes to the Undead."