The Dead Walk

Taken down by the hand's of time, barely able to move. To breathe is no longer an option. Rotting in time, the cursed walk forward. Moving slowly but with purpose, these diseased corpses move. Night calls to them and they walk. Under a dismal and dimly lit moon. Darkness is their only desire. Twisted souls once laid to rest now come to life. Their hunger is great, but what they crave is sinful in thought alone. Once seen they will leave you scarred and in horror, for the sheer sight of them could make the strongest of men run in terror. They will not stop until they have feasted. For the night is still young and their time is now. Hide if you can, run if you must. Escape them if at all possible. For if you are found, you will become one of them. Walking in this night, preying on the living, a blood lust that will never fade. Until the sun rises and this night of horror ends, stand clear of them, those who have returned from death, to steal life.