Do it quickly, God forgive me Her eyes drifted dreamily His teeth worked against her neck
Lord of the flies, favor me now ... had already pooled in it, something viscid and alive I am the resurrection of death He's undead, Ben We must go through bitter to taste the sweet blood.
Now your end. LET ME GOOOOOOO---- and the blood that pulsed from his chest turned black
Look out! You killed the master! I'll be back They were in the streets, the walking dead They go crazy on the inside.