• The night is young the darkness is still what lurks in the shadows is what i fear for the grave have given up what they hold so dear.so as i stand in the shadows staring out across the once beautiful land now tainted and stained by the blood of my fellow man. As i begin to light my last cigarette the things that i fear start to appear.for they are not living yet they are not dead they are why there is no remains of my fellow man for once you are bitin or a simple scratch will do. you will begin to change into the ghoulish thing i hunt for you. for they took away my loved ones and my dear friends too. so that is why i must hunt them and because i must surive too . so as i take aim with my rifle and fire my first shoot .the ghouls head explodes with a juicy pop the sound of my rifle expands through the windless sky the gouls begin to flock me in mass and might. so as i throw the butt of my finished cigarette.I think to myself good hunting is going to be a long night.