All who were bitten came back from the dead
I will dispose them - Rip them into shreds
They crowd around me to perform my doom
My only exit is to slice my way through

Their corpses
Blood gushes

Blades spinning deep into their rotting flesh
Their hellish moaning overloads my head
They leave me no choice - They have forced me into

Lawnmower
Massacre
Lawnmower

Mass slaughter
Guts pour out - Limbs sliced and torn apart
They hunger
For my flesh - They sense my pounding heart

Dreadfully
Repulsive
Imagery

Revolted
Grinded flesh - Soil drenched in pulp and blood
Defeated
All alone - I feel my bitten arms

Inhuman senses awake
Rushing up into my brain

Blood clots