Doom
Atmosphere of red,
red,
always near.
Bodies of friend and foe alike,
alike in more ways than one,
none had a chance.
Screams and shouts,
of men long gone,
silenced,
by the moans and groans
and whines and crys of monsters dying
and those still living.
Dead overflow living,
bodies and blood of all kinds,
litter floors.
Moans and groans of dying monsters
ring out
through the air.
One still living,
their boss is waiting,
waiting,
clanks and groans and moans
and crys and sighs for all men lost
Heartbeat quickens
running like crazy
from a monster from hell
he catches you.
no where to run now.
You shoot
and shoot
but to no avail,
he keeps coming.
You run and hide
duck and hide
shoot and hide
repeat the process
and the monster dies.