Leon, camped behind some cover with a sniper rifle, taking out a zombie swarm and humming to the tune of “Little Boxes” under his breath as he does.
Little horrors on the hillside
Little horrors made of flesh and blood
And no two of them look the same
There’s a pink one and a green one
And their limbs are all rotting off
And they’re all made out of blood and guts
And no two of them look just the same
And the people in the bunkers
All went to the university
Where they learned to make the horrors
And they came out all the same
And there’s doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they’re all made out of flesh and blood
And they’re horrors just the same
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