Survivor - The Devil Wears Prada

I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm, just along the

outskirts of a small city.

Like most that have made it this far, I live off of old canned goods and a healthy back stock of ammunition.

Greetings from extermination, Kansas — death in the midwest.

Greetings from extermination, Kansas — death in the midwest.

Even with the godless reaching my property every few days, I am tortured by solitude.

The whispering of the cornfields haunt me like the moans of my undead enemies.

My depression grows stronger: it’s bitter claws around my neck.

I will always be tortured… tortured by solitude.

Will anything get better for me?

I have watched the world die, all I know now

is regret.

Will this sickness ever leave this world?

I have watched the world die,

all I know now is regret.

I am haunted, I am haunted by all that surrounds me.

I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret.

What I’ve known has been taken from me.

I have watched the world die,

all I know now is regret.

I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm, just along the

outskirts of a small city.

No one living has been within this house since my wife died two years ago.

Another occasion of when the undead came across some innocence…

… came across some innocence.

I will never see through this nightmare.

I will never know sunlight again.

I will never see through this nightmare.

I will never taste her lips again.