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A lonesome road ahead.

Seclusion now my home.

Walking with the dead.

Years survive alone.

I can see, I believe,

I control my insanity.

I can feel, I resist,

A lone survival anarchist.

Walk. with. the. dead.

Walk with the dead!

Dead...!

I survived the plague,

As one among the few,

Now I walk the barren lands,

Looking for culprit clues.

The reason for this nightmare, is hidden deep below.

I found an entrance, covered beneath the snow.

They. will. pay...!

I can see, I believe,

I control my insanity.

I can feel, I resist,

A lone survival anarchist...

Walk. with. the. dead.

Walk with the dead!