We are outnumbered... The virus has completely devastated 150 of the world's major regions and is spreading rapidly. At this point in we know of only one method of killing the creatures: destroy the brain. Beyond the guard of any loved ones who may have recently been in any of contact could be infected. And if you find yourself out in a threatening position, please do not to act. Again, is not a test. is not a joke. We as a are overwhelmed. We are outnumbered!
Standing at accuracy's demise we have reached the new wasteland. Population converted: One by one (one by one), upon thousands. Like scavengers on waste, like vultures on the sick, zombies the living. We are the outnumbered. We are the outnumbered.
Find your post, your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead. Build your walls, protection with ambitions of beating the odds. Find post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead. Build walls, maintain protection with ambitions of beating the odds.
In a sea of stinking rot, in a place where humans are no longer the hunters, all the in the world won't satisfy the enemy.... Hunted. Hunted. Hunted. Hunted.
Standing at accuracy's demise we reached the new world wasteland. Go... Mankind is the losing faction; retreat is hopeless.
Find post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead. Build your walls, maintain protection with ambitions of the odds. Find your post, find shelter in hopes of outliving the undead. Build your walls, maintain protection.... oh ya ...with ambitions of the odds.
We are the outnumbered.