A Hidden Poem
"Nothing yet, Claire!" Carlos bellowed to the convoy leader who was guarding the front of the small, derelict restaurant. From under the entrance doorway of the ramshackle building, she sighed.
"Keep looking!" She yelled back, unwilling to give up looking for someone…anyone. It really didn't matter who it was to her. Carlos simply nodded, even though she couldn't see him. No worries, he thought, somewhat frustrated. I'll just look for someone who isn't there. Not only had they searched the building up and down, left and right, and inside out, but they had rummage around once again. Not to mention, he had missed lunch, again. It seemed nowadays there was no time to eat, only look out for undead or search for survivors.
Again, he searched a small room with a lot of metal, fold out chairs. Of course, he knew nothing resided in it, but if that's what Claire wanted, he would provide. As always.
That's when he found the note. It was messily shoved underneath a box full of old restaurant menus. He slowly bent over slightly, and picked it up.
It read:
If I die tonight,
I want to be with you.
If I die tonight,
I want you to want me too.
If those monsters chase me later,
I wont be scared.
If I'm with you,
I wont even care.
But if I die alone tonight,
If by somehow your not there,
I will never be the same,
I will be dead without your care.
Slightly smiling, he yelled down to Claire: "I found something." Then he continued to search the room, a new perspective of life carved into him.