The Acacia Strain
"The Combine"

I thought I was dead.
Nothing moves in the land of death.
Nothing moves in the land of decay.
This is something I have always wished for. Complete extermination.
A bruised and beaten mongrel gasping for her final breath.
Ultimate extinction.
No remorse for anything.
No salvation for anyone.
You want a war motherfucker?
Survival of the fittest was a bullshit lie.
The stench of rot owns the earth.
You want a war?
I'll give you a fucking war.
You wanted a war, so I gave you a fucking war.
I thought I was dead.

I'm the only one left...