Zombie hamburger
Chain-saw ends their moans and growls
Trusty Beavertooth.
A zombie crumbles;
I scan through his PDA:
Dr. Frank Lamia.
I'd give my pinky
for a case of shotgun shells.
Mag-light lacks in range.
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