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The streets are overflown with the presence of stagnant corpses |
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The first victims of infection |
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Their stricken bodies omit bodies a formidable stench of dermal decomposition |
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The vile scent of death has crept unto your doorstep |
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Intruded your sensory glands, stimulating a thirst for further investigation |
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An urge you should never have acted upon |
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Oblivious to the perils you've entered |
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Presumed to be dead, the infected are resurrected |
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Like a swarm they approach with malicious intent and amongst them all you're |
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Surrounded |
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The starving horde overtakes you |
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Teeth and nails desperately serrate through delicate flesh |
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Their abuse rips open fresh wounds, exposing your blood to their hazardous pathogens |
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You're now one with the infected |
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Soon to be revitalized by an unholy resurrection |
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Let it spread |
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With each person infected, the contagion grows stronger |
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Virally re-animated, through a continuous cycle, you have risen as a vessel of contaminants by which the contagion shall spread. |