What happens when every kind of negative feeling festers in one place, an ancient evil set upon the world by a vengeful creator? There is a very thin line between humanity and nightmares, and sometimes that line disappears. Sometimes, things exist in places so that they don't exist anywhere else.

A story about zombies. The title says it all. There aren't very many zombie stories out there, so...Here. rated T for language, and I plan on having lots of gore.

Just a short poem that popped into my head at 4 AM. Please review. If you can read it, you can review it. Rated T just for the hell of it.

Please review. I know I am not a very good poet, but still. You could even rate it of a scale of 1-10 if you wish.