| The streets are overflown with the presence of stagnant corpses | |
| The first victims of infection | |
| Their stricken bodies omit bodies a formidable stench of dermal decomposition | |
| The vile scent of death has crept unto your doorstep | |
| Intruded your sensory glands, stimulating a thirst for further investigation | |
| An urge you should never have acted upon | |
| Oblivious to the perils you've entered | |
| Presumed to be dead, the infected are resurrected | |
| Like a swarm they approach with malicious intent and amongst them all you're | |
| Surrounded | |
| The starving horde overtakes you | |
| Teeth and nails desperately serrate through delicate flesh | |
| Their abuse rips open fresh wounds, exposing your blood to their hazardous pathogens | |
| You're now one with the infected | |
| Soon to be revitalized by an unholy resurrection | |
| Let it spread | |
| With each person infected, the contagion grows stronger | |
| Virally re-animated, through a continuous cycle, you have risen as a vessel of contaminants by which the contagion shall spread. |