Holed up in a shopping mall
like so many survivors
toting shotguns and sporting goods
waiting for the end
we pace slowly
we laugh weakly
we can see the futility of our struggle
but soldier on, friend
we will break free of this prison
all nightmares end
and most are forgotten
fight through the reanimated ghosts
for when we exit this place we will have made our peace
they will know our names
and we will be better for it.
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