"They are coming, rising rotten from their graves, filling the night with a furious howl, and staining the earth bloody-red...
They are growing, their powers are swelling, from feasting on flesh and gnawing on bone, now they are drunk on the sweet taste of blood...
Now they are here, and they march to the rhythm of death. Now they will crash down the gates, take all that is theirs, and wipe the blood from their lips"
--excerpt from Night of the Living Dead--
Quid Pro Quo