Last stand Raul's army navy kicking down the door shotguns blazing five survivors storm the building the shopkeep moans in protest shotgun blast his face is no more board the doors load your guns bar the windows here they come we will not survive today our ammunition is running low we will not survive never make it our alive the coffins cracked open the undead have risen lifeless they stagger in search of flesh brains everywhere headshot through the windows their arms come ripping off the face of one one more killed by friendly fire bodies heaping all the while next one's bitten can't go on blast away 'til he's overrun one more gets it in the back a sawed-off shotgun's a tasty snack 1-2-3 stop.
