This poem I did make on my own and it is original. And once again thank you for the reviews and for reading. Enjoy!

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Sitting here wondering if what to do is right or wrong
realizing that are world, no one can sing out in a messily little song
empty hearts perish as the majestic mountains and beautiful forests crumble
our world as you can tell is in trouble
shunned from society, many try to speak
but no one listens, their voices just bleak
as the weeks turn into months
and months into years
the darkness grows, ready to consume us all
light has left, yet a fake memory some still may have
no more smiling, no more crying
as the night falls
so do we all
as our world finally turns its back on us
and we are cast into forever forgotten fright
that takes our emotions and lives to a whole new height
standing here on this cold winters night
some are beginning to see what others might
that we are going to be in perhaps our very last and
final fight

Serena was awoken early the next morning covered in sweat. The poem recited again and again in her head. Why she suddenly remembered it, she didn't know. It had been one of those stupid little poems her teacher Mr. Doyle had made her learn as part of a education week in her school.

She looked over to where Karen was still asleep and peered at her digital watch on her right arm. Even though it was still pretty dark, the bright green light emitted through the darkness. 4:30

It was 4:30 in the morning. She groaned at the thought of only getting four hours of sleep. Usually she was a late sleeper. Even when the zombies had brought on the invasion, she usually slept close to noon.

As her eyes adjusted to the surrounding darkness, something caught her eye. She looked at it for a minute trying to figure out what it was and once she did she jumped with a start.

The place where Dan had stationed himself earlier was wide-open and he was gone. The door was wide open, in a place that could be crawling with hundreds of those creatures. The second thing on her mind was, where was Dan?

She shakily got up and slowly went over to the door. Peering left, then right she found that there was nothing in the hallway. Everything was dead silent.

Serena picked up the closest weapon she could find. A nightstick. She laughed silently to herself at the thought of what she had picked up and how dark it was.

The hallways were dimly lit, which was unusual to her because electricity in most parts had gone out weeks ago. "Must be running on back up generator." She said walking down the hall.

Eventually she came to a large area where a few desks were. Some papers were scattered around the floors, but other than that, everything seemed to be in tact. On one of the desks she found one of those radios you usually see on the television.

Serena sat down and took the talker, which was the part you talk into. She didn't know if it worked, but her Uncle, being a police officer, she had learned to work it.

"Hello." She said speaking into the talker. Not as though she had expected to hear anything back. It was more out of spite and curiosity rather than attention.

And all she got back was static. Just plain empty and eerie static filled the monitor. "Hello this is Serena Jennings, and I am at a local police station I think in what is left of Savannah Georgia. If there is anyone there, please respond over." She said again, and unlocking her hand from the talker. She laughed at the thought. Zombie minions would answer back. We hear you loud and clear. We are coming to eat you.

Laughing again, she stood back up and began to walk away. Suddenly the monitor made a sound, followed by static and the voice of a woman came over.

"This is Samara Skyler, we read you loud and clear over." The voice said, sounding relieved.

Serena turned around and blinked a few times before running back to the seat and once again grasping the talker in her hand. "I also read you loud and clear over." Serena replied.

"So Serena, what is the situation in Savannah." Samara asked.

"Well it all seems clear, not to many of those dead walkers around here. But it is still like a war zone. There is I, my friend Emily, and two army officers with us at a local police station. That of which we are not sure. Where are you over?"

"We are currently right outside that city. About an hour I say. Well- " suddenly there was gin shots in the background and blood curling screams. Suddenly the static came back on.

Serena stared blankly at it. "He-hello." She spoke into the little talker. Still static sounded back through the monitor. She carefully placed it down and backed away.

Were the people dead? Did she just hear them die?

She ran back down the hall towards the room, only to slip in a pool of a red substance. Serena sat up and looked at her hands that were covered completely in the substance. It squished around on her fingers and smelled like something familiar. At first it didn't look like anything she had seen before. Then it dawned onto her…. the substance was blood. Something she had seen for such a long time. But who's?

Drip…Drip…. she heard the sound coming from a little ahead of where she was. The almost silent drops continued in a steady beat as they hit into the pool underneath. Slowly she looked up and screamed. The scream pierced through the darkened hallways and into the room where Emily and Karen was.

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Sorry that was such a short chapter. I am working around other stories and school. Sorry for any delays.