Twenty-Nine
And from out of nowhere
In the mist
Stood there hundreds of them.
Hundreds and hundreds.
All armed to the teeth.
All dead.
Some recently dead
With skin as pale as teeth.
Others with faces little more
Than skeletons barely standing.
‘Who are they?’ Joe said.
‘War’ Mandrake laughed
Coughing blood
‘A big fucking war’
All lead by Andy.
Yep me.
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