Night comes,
so does fear, fear comes easily now.
No one near to see,
no one near to hear,
everyone near is dead.
They only come out at night,
they slither,
they stumble,
they moan,
they cry.
They live in dark places.
Places where sunlight can't reach.
The zombies are near.
Remaining people are scattered around the street.
Rejected by the zombies.
It happened,
it's happening,
the apocalypse is here.
There's no escape now,
they want me with them.
They won't leave me alone.
I trip in my escape,
I'm surrounded in seconds,
I'm trapped,
scared,
dead.
But now I crawl among them,
hunting our next victim until they have no escape.
I want revenge,
I don't want this body,
but it has a mind of it's own.
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