As the undead and other monstrosities
line, roam, and walk the streets
We enter a building
Free of the undead
Reaching the top
We lock the door behind us
We're in an office
But we could care less about that
We take some time to catch our breaths
We take some time to plan
To figure out things
So we won't be led to our deaths
We're safe and alright for now
How long we are
How long we will be
Remains to be seen
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