Some will rise, some will fall, with this rifle I'll kill 'em all. By day of night I shall wait, above Cherno, beans as bait. Watching, listening, eyes are glistening. Survivor spotted. Red dotted. M24 do me well, for its blood we want to smell. Itchy finger, pull the trigger. Shot rings out, player down. Start laughing like a clown. Didn't make sure spawn was clear, hoard of zombies at my rear. Call for help, scream and cry. Hoping to see a random guy. Just before you die, see a bandit in the corner of your eye.
