Jason - Board Game

Battle Plan for Survivors

Despair, despair the clawing at the door,
With pan in hand, there must be something more;
I’ll search each round until a gun I find,
What have I done? That’s not a pile of rags!
Despair, despair!

Despair and fear a walker’s lurching hand.
I kick and run, to Wanda, Ned and Doug,
Prepared with arms for glorious victory;
Prepared with food, I hope they’ll rescue me!
Despair, despair!

Whose clumsy roll is that? It must be mine!
The word which slip, They are not suitable.
Had I three tries, a six could not be found,
And come, more dead, now bloated ones as well.
Despair, despair!

The pistols of our Sheriff Phil are drawn!
Returns the dead back down into the ground!
Drawn to the sound, they seek a meal of flesh.
And walk to us, a rotten, shambling, lot!
Despair, despair!

Chainsaw, prepare! Get into Amy’s hands.
Sawed-off, prepare! So now we’ll bring the fight!
Prepare to meet the grey ones in the street.
Prepare! Survive! That no one dies today!
Despair, despair!

We move as one, the dead ones fall away.
The six of us, open the final door,
And spawn the rooms, to see what fate does bring,
Abomb! Oh no! We can’t yet fight this foe!
Despair, despair!