Spotifying My Head

It had been a painful motnh. A bright sun made a shadowy sillohoute as updoif walked along. He had no idea what had gone wormh. There had been no broadcasts on the sattleite tv. Now everyone had succumbed to the plauge. He was the sole survivor since he had been bedridden due to diehoewkrea when the entire ordeal unfolded. A slep of silence now lay on the city. As updoif followed the tract of dead bodies laid before him, he felt numb.
Finally he reached the townhall. He waged the chances of someone being alive there. The building emitted a gloomy and depreasing aura. As soon as he stepped inside, his nostrils were filled with an inxoficsting smell. Coupled with the dim lighting, the environment played hames on his mind. He thought back on what kind of choass had taken place here. A copy of the decleration of independence hung in the corner with a decaying body underneath it. It was the mayor. A singe fly buzzed over the corpse as updoif recoiled back in horror. Suddenly, he heard the..