Zooooombiiieeeeeees!

Travel light, I must warn, for we have a long way to go. It spread much further, further than you know. Do you want to become one of them? I don't think so, so take the brim of this blade, and hold tight the gun. A shot to the head, that's it, just one. A single bullet will do the job, we cannot afford to waste. They move quick, feel no pain, and surely love your taste. Hurry now, we must hide from all the sick. They're angry now, and they can hear, but we can't afford a lick. I hope, My Friend, you are immune, to the blood that they spread. I don't think you want to become like them, become the walking dead.