We are the infected,

we have one thing on our minds.

By our hunger we are directed

to eat fresh meat all the time.

In masses, we come,

looking for things to wack.

Our feast we have begun

when you we attack.

We want to eat you-

where will you run?

What will you do

when we have our evil fun?

Slowly we proceed;

how do you hold the dead back?

Will we succeed

to make you into a snack?

Away from us you will want to stay-

we are such a wicked being.

You will want to find a way

keep away from something so mean.