Resident Evil Poetry.
Kill It.
Fuck!
It's Gone.
Run Through The Door.
How Did I?
Why Am I Outside?
Where Are You,
Stupid Wesker.
Footsteps Behind Me,
Groans, And Moans.
Shit, A Zombie.
I'm Scared.
Pull Out My Pistol
Damn Thing Won't Die
Until I Shot Another,
Nine Times?
Finally.
It's Dead.
Can't Open This Door Though.
What I Need A Key?
Have to Find That Keycard.
On Another Level.
Great Job.
It's On A Dead Dude.
Now More Zombies,
Messed Up Past,
And People.
I'm So Dead.
Wonderful.
I Died.
But I Have,
The Reset Button.