The Infected - Rigor Mortis

I came without warning, apocalypse plague

Reports were horrific but details were vague

The told us the dead were returning to life

Infecting the living with pestilent bits

Ravaging

Pandemic

Infected

Ravaging

Pandemic

Infected

Though they are dead they’re no slaves to the grave

Relentless, they hunt for the flesh that they crave

Burn down to ashes and cut off their heads

Sole means of death for what’s already dead

The Infected