Hey guys, long time reader of GH.com, first time poster! thought I'd add my poetic effort

Enjoy

He takes the photos
He brings us the story
He is outnumbered
Its going to get gory.

They are living dead
They have no hearbeat
They hunger for flesh
and are filling the streets

His mind is a weapon
His fight or his fall
His source of defences
are enclosed in the mall

They vacantly stare
They vacantly stumble
They try to reach out
with low moans and low mumbles

He'll use a shotgun
He'll use what he can
He'll have to think fast
make them eat frying pan

They just want to free him
They just want to chat
They will whisper sweet nothings
as they chew through your fat

He's Ready for them now
He's got a bullet for each
He whispers 'Hey dead-head,
Take a bite of peach!'

Your in control now
Your effort is surprising
How long can you last when
you play Dead Rising