Night Of The Living Dead: Ranma 1/2



Everywhere...

Their everywhere...

I can hear them... see them...

The corpses of this town... walking... decaying... all around...

Their... with her pail... the old woman... that always soaked me on my way to school...
deathly holding her pail... while seeking me... no us... the few living...

She's not the only one... many others... old teachers... friends... maybe even family...

The few of us alive... we huddle around in this old cellar... just waiting... hoping to
escape... but to where?... everyone dead... they are all dead...

I look around... Akane... Ukyou... the old ghoul... Shampoo... my father... Nabiki...
Mousse... and Ryouga... thats all...

I can still remember how the others died... we tried to save them... we really tried...

Kasumi... oh god... if only you wouldn't try to be so kind... if only you tried to kill
it... I remember... they burst through the kitchen window... I saw you turn around...
looking into their eyes... those dead eyes... you whispered something... but it was lost
in your screams... as they clawed at you... trying to rip open your skin... like a
orange... hoping to get the ripened red fruit of your heart... oh god... Kasumi...

The old freak... even he didn't desirve to die... not like that... anything but that...
he saw her... a not yet decomposing corpse... in panties... you just couldn't have left
them... you leap after them... only to meet those teeth... teeth that just loved you
so much that they just chewed on you... just kept chewing and chewing...

Doctor Tofu... all you knew to defend yourself... only non-violence... pressure points...
points that affected the living... not the dead... they were too dead to stop for you...

I can't keep thinking about the past... not now... all I can do... is think for today...
today and tommorrow... must keep thinking about now... to stay away from the walking...
the walking dead...

I can still hear them... we all do... their greened arms... smashing upon the doors...
hoping to get in here... like we were just sardines...

All of our training... just enough for us to keep alive... we can't let them bite us...
their bite... slow death... we can't punch them... their numb... so numb... but also
dumb... alone way we lived so long...

It's been a week... one week... and still they are after us... our food... almost gone...
water too... we're gonna need to leave... to join the land above... the land of the dead...

Hear there screams... I pray we live... live to tommorrow... for the dishonor of becoming
them... is all that drives us onward till the next light...