'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the city,
Our four survivors were having a time, oh most shitty.
To Mercy Hospital, they raced, with not a moment to spare,
In hopes that a rescue chopper, at the top would be there.
All others they saw, Every Harry, Dick, Tom,
All they would do, was attack and "OMNOM!"
Meaning of course, that they were no aid,
So the survivors ran on, as if being paid.
As they got to the doors, Francis grumbling and hating,
They didn't know, that the Hunter lay waiting.
Without warning, he jumped,
Only to be shot ("Hey, I hate being humped!").
But before they could move, they were covered in slime,
For the Boomer, it seemed, had got them this time!
Said Zoey, "Hey Francis, NOW will you shower?!"
Her smirk didn't budge beneath Francis's glower.
After the usual horde spawn, and various beatings,
They ran into Smoker, who said "Season's Greetings!"
Before Louis could shoot, he was all wrapped up.
The Smoker was shot, and Louis screamed "HELP ME UP!"
Into the elevator, the survivors all piled,
Having already been pounced, tongued and biled.
They rested a moment, and then took their pills,
But the next sound they heard, did give them chills.
You would think that by now, their luck just might switch,
But of course it did not, for there was a Witch!
Said Bill, "Hey listen! It sounds like my wife!"
Said Francis, "Ah, jeez...I hate my life."
With a well-placed molatov, the Witch soon was dead.
And there was the radio - just up ahead!
As they called for a rescue, euphoric and brash,
The whole roof was shaken, with a thunderous crash!
With a roar, came a sight, they just couldn't believe.
One that was sure to destroy Christmas Eve.
As I'm sure you've all guessed, it was a gigantic Tank,
The worst foe of all, with the Director to thank.
As the Tank snatched up Louis, and tossed him up high,
Francis let out a shriek, "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
But just when they thought it had gone all too fast,
Came the roar of the copter - rescue at last!
Zoey jumped on and yelled "Guys, get aboard!"
The rest followed suit, as the Tank stomped and roared.
They safely flew off, having won tonight's fight.
Said Bill, "Merry Christmas, and to all a good night!"
