The Dead are rising.
Cemeteries and crypts will be busy.
Wine will be flowing and so will the blood.
Come out, come out wherever you are!
Time is passing.
Night is approaching.
The moon is rising.
Dark shadows will walk the streets.
Take shelter before it is too late,
before you become one with the shadows.
Life can change in seconds.
The sun can be shining.
Then in moments,
you’re engulfed in a storm.
Palm trees are swaying in the wind.
Rooftops are flying.
The Dead don’t take prisoners.
THE DEAD GAME