When there's no room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. The cool darkness of the November dawn, rained down upon the world and it's dark surroundings. Cool, sharpened screams of horror filled the earth. Following blood filled moans of striking hell and crimson waters. I always thought of zombies as being about revolution. But the red rain blood has taken all thoughts from mine and from the human race. Eaten, swallowed, and redivided world has fallen. The moon filled with blood tonight, as the zombies ripped you apart.