Grim is he who awakes after death.

Awoken with a grim look upon his sleepless cadaver, with six feet of dirt between him and freedom, befriending insects through these lonesome times, he was punished and crucified for these horrid crimes, hunger for flesh and blood tonight... with anger in his eyes and the thrill for a fight, flesh is rotted and teeth oh so yellow, A low toned groan and a high pitched bellow.

"Brainnnnnns" he said in a lifeless sort of way, you'll fear me when I reach the light of day, death and destruction and no mourning for the lost, trapped within my brain a prisoner to this pain... I walk with hunger for hours and lack the feeling of power till I sink my teeth into your flesh tonight and make you my slave for this eternity.

Fear me world I am your apocalypse a lone cadaver to bring you to your knees, it starts with me and once they bleed they follow me like the lamb to the slaughter.

The world is over and I stand alone hungry again awaiting a new life.