Wow! A cure, A viral infection to sicken earth, can leave lifeless shambling zombies stumbling mob vs. man. Crawling life, people so dulled from the day previous, can be noticed recalling times reconized as euphoric. Tragicly Homo U, undecayed, Sapiens I lament, destroyed for causeless creatures who consume lives. A masticated brain unwanted, we soullessly surviving members from humanity's last city leave, hopefully to see companions uneaten. Dreaming, I dreamt vast wastelands devoid of thinking beings. We stalwartly continue gathering embroiled innocent youths. No solution discovered, men find insanity or death. For we're in the P.S. forever.
Visualized:
Martin Conover
figure out the gimmick and you win a prize
no really I will actually give you something of MONETARY VALUE if you figure out what the gimmick here is