I beg of you,

Please!

Do not kill me!

No-o-o-o-o!

* * *

(Twenty years late)

* * *

I feel something

Pull me out

Of my deep

Sleep

Of my death.

Something is waking

Me up.

I open my eyes.

They hurt

And it is dark.

Where am I?

I canÕt remember

My last momentsÉ

It all comes back

To me in a rush.

My ship had crashed,

I was seriously wounded,

But still alive.

I escaped,

But not very far.

I sank into the mud,

And slipped into a deep

SleepÑ

But not deathÑ

In order to reconstruct

My tissues.

About half a year

To a year later,

I awoke

And pulled myself

Out of the mud.

I was both hungry

(Reconstruction uses

A lot of calories)

And thirsty.

I could smell water.

It was close.

I headed towards

The smell.

Someone shouted,

ÒFreeze!Ó

I stopped

And turned around.

Someone in

A uniform

Was pointing a weapon

At me.

I ran

And was chased.

Some sniper managed

To hit my heart

(How I do not know,

For it is protected

All around

By living metal)

When I was escaping

Into the water.

I didnÕt die from that

(It takes more than that

Single shot

To do it).

I sank,

I couldnÕt swim anymore,

And that was what

Killed me.

I drowned.

I did not want

To remember this.

I fear I might

Go crazy!

(As if IÕm not already.)

SomethingÕs pulling me

Back to the present,

Back to realityÉ

This voice,

Inside my head!

It is telling me

To move onÑ

To go to the surface.

Why?

Why wake me up?

Fill me with such

Terrible hunger?

Revenge!

I hear a voice

Inside my mind,

Louder than the rest.

Who could it be?

Am I picking up

A historic/psychic imprint?

Surprisingly,

I find myself answering

This mysterious

CallÉ

I break the surface,

Gasping for air.

Why am I gasping?

I am dead,

Do I really need

Air that bad?

And I realize

It was just instinct,

Old habit.

I dive back underwater

And swim for shore.

* * *

It is night,

And I am searching

For a place

To sleep.

But there is none!

All there is

Is woods!

Thunk!É

Pain!

I look down

And there is

Some sort of blade

Sticking out of my

Belly!

(Must not be

Near my heart,

I would be dying

Now.)

Thick, black blood

Oozes from the woundÉ

It hurts,

But IÕm not

Dying!

I turn around,

Expecting the government again,

And (attempt to) raise

My lips in a snarl.

To my surprise,

I no longer have lips!

My eyes,

However,

Totally surprise

Me in a different wayÉ

For on the other end

Is a zombie

In a white hockey maskÉ

He pulls the blade out

With a sickening wet sound.

I turn fully around

And grasp his arms.

My claws sink into

Soft, decaying fleshÉ

Kill for the memory

Of Mommy!

All shall pay!

Revenge!

This is where

That mysterious

Call came from.

But why now

And not earlier?

Then I ÒseeÓ

Another zombieÉ

Must protect Mommy.

Must protect Mommy.

That must be

His girlfriend.

I turn away

From my new-found

Love,

For I smell

Food,

And it is not all too

Far awayÉ