No Escape From Zombies
GangstaZombie
Based on World War Z by Max Brooks
Crouching low, my best pal and I,
Creep through brush and stone.
Looking on safe places to hide,
I'm just glad I'm not alone.
We halt- we hear a scrape,
A rattle… and then a moan…
If we escape with our lives
We'll never again be home.
We move as silently as we can,
As swiftly as we dare,
Just as we turn the corner,
We receive a hellish stare-
Disgusting flesh decomposing
With eyes a sickly milky white
Without a simple minded thought
This creature does soon try to bite.
Blindly, we're up and running
Back the way we came-
A sickening snapping crack and
My friend recoils in pain.
What a time to twist his ankle
The last mistake he ever made.
Countless lunging zombies
Suck all hope from his escapade.
Just one chomp and its all over;
Even if he escapes someway;
Infection will claim him…
So I have need to sprint away.
The moonlight upon his bloody face
As flesh is ripped from bone,
Never again will he make a sound
Forget finding a safe zone.
The darkest day in my life
I see no way to evade
A hideous death or
A new zombie will be made.
They have simply overrun
All I had ever known.
My entire life, gone in two days-
And now I'm all alone.