Outbreak by Robert Wynne and Larissa March Music: "The Overall Distance" by Ben Wakeman © 2007 Thirty miles from Memphis There's a wreck on the Interstate Some folks crash and die, While the rest reanimate. They start to shamble towards my car I think my time is running out At first I feared they'd want to eat my brain But now I don't have any doubt. It's not the overall death toll, But all the zombies on the way, That send you fleeing from your home, Make you run further every day. There's a dead woman next to me, Right outside my Oldsmobile. Half her body's gone, She's too horrific to be real. So young to be undead, But she's clawing at the door, I think I could take her out myself, But here come half a dozen more. It's not the overall death toll, But all the zombies on the way, That send you fleeing from your home, Make you run further every day. There's a corpse standing by the on ramp Gnawing on a dying man His coat is stained with blood He's got a brain clutched in his hand I could chop him into bits And at first I think I will, But his friends are closing in on me And there's more of them than I can kill. It's not the overall death toll, But all the zombies on the way, That send you fleeing from your home, Make you run further every day. There's a terror I start to feel I turn and run through open fields I know the zombies are hot on my trail And i won't have a future if I fumble and fail I'm a man on the run and I don't know how long my life will last I must escape the undead I must escape the undead -- run fast! Run fast!