Runaway

Katherine stands there trembling.

She fights the urge to scream.

Even now, she dares to hope,

That this is only a bad dream.

…

But Mr Irons tried to kill her.

He's now lying on the floor.

Stifling a sob, she fights back tears,

Can barely take it anymore.

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Murder, it is not easy.

But she cannot dwell in guilt.

For if she is to rescue Ben,

Then more blood must be spilt.

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She grabs a nearby pistol.

Exits the room, so deep in dread.

A monster comes towards her.

She shoots it in the head.

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She's never used a gun before,

She hates these tools of strife.

But Raccoon City's gone to hell,

And she must fight for her life.

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Another monster comes towards her,

Of pale skin and sharpened claw.

She fires once, fires again,

Finally stumbles to the flaw.

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Still alive, she goes around it.

Knows her ammo's running low.

But the RPD, it's not too far,

And it's where she needs to go.

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In the streets, she sees them shambling.

These darkened, hissing shapes.

She remembers when this all began,

Watched the news, her mouth agape.

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Her father skipped town instantly,

Decried by many as obscene.

Her mother? Lets out quiet sob,

Even now she hears her screams.

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Rain comes down from the heavens.

Soaks her dress, her hair, her skin.

A town of many secrets, lies,

Does rain cleanse away its sins?

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All through the night, she carries on.

Stomachs terror, ignores fears.

The rain lets up, now but a drizzle,

Long since washed away her tears.

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Up ahead's the RPD,

Of light and life, it's both bereft.

She's in a city of the dead,

Is she the only living left?

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A final dash, her final rounds,

She makes it to the cells.

Is it possible? Is Ben still here,

Or has she entered depths of Hell?

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But no, Ben, he is still alive.

A smile upon his face.

She gets the door of his cell open,

The two lovers embrace.

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They're both alive, they're both together,

Right now, in world's all right.

The couple leave the RPD,

They both flee into the night.

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Of course, this didn't really happen,

But do not be forlorn.

For this couple was but two of thousands,

For whom a new day never dawned.