The Devil Wears Prada - Survivor

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I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm, just along the
outskirts of a small city.
Like most that have made it this far, I live off of old canned goods and a healthy back stock of ammunition.
Greetings from extermination, Kansas — death in the midwest.
Greetings from extermination, Kansas — death in the midwest.
Even with the godless reaching my property every few days, I am tortured by solitude.
The whispering of the cornfields haunt me like the moans of my undead enemies.
My depression grows stronger: it’s bitter claws around my neck.
I will always be tortured… tortured by solitude.
Will anything get better for me? I have watched the world die, all I know now
is regret.
Will this sickness ever leave this world? I have watched the world die,
all I know now is regret.
I am haunted, I am haunted by all that surrounds me.
I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret.
What I’ve known has been taken from me. I have watched the world die,
all I know now is regret.
I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm, just along the
outskirts of a small city.
No one living has been within this house since my wife died two years ago.
Another occasion of when the undead came across some innocence…
… came across some innocence.
I will never see through this nightmare. I will never know sunlight again.
I will never see through this nightmare. I will never taste her lips again.