Poem

Survival

Living about this flesh eating apocalypse is infecting my shotgun.

Bone and dead skin under a human scream- she tasted of madness.

There, together, wandering skull graves are hungry plagued creatures.

I know her bite will shatter you.

I know her transformation will destroy you.

Through a soulless groan is a headshot.

Piercing the city above her newly limp body

are excited moans of the dearly departed.

We tried to save her, but her little strength was torn limb from limb.

Now we must move on.

We can chase undead rotten flesh.

We can follow the wretched dark.

Push the biting mobs out of our way and run.

Together.

We can survive.

The brain matter beneath our feet is an unstoppable evil.

Taking corpses by the hands and placing them on the streets above.

Like hers.

Which vicious thing will try to steal our minds tonight?

Stop wondering if her re-animated body, stiff and rigid,

will collapse against our hideaway.

Leave her behind.

Stay with me.

Or she will be the one to take you.