Source:candiedmoon
Black dots on the horizon.
Wave after wave of darkness.
Descending upon town.
Following the setting sun.
Welcoming the rising moon.
Circling the town hall.
Windows shattering around us.
Glass and bricks falling to our feet.
They enter from above.
To grab hold of the innocent.
To take them for their own.
Who will save our town from The Dead?
THE DEAD GAME
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