Letter from the Era of Zombies

Letter from the Era of Zombies

I walk through this land of infection

In no one particular direction.

And my heart is filled with dread,

As I come upon the living dead.

Two months ago today

A virus made its way

Into the human soul

Like a nasty little mole.

It killed every host it took,

Made them lifeless as a book,

But the infection didn't stop there

It animated the body, I swear.

The person no longer alive,

But body still able to thrive.

A zombie in the very definition,

No matter what rendition.

I somehow escaped with my life

But now I live in strife.

I haven't seen a person in weeks,

And my future looks very meek.

I cry as I kill a once beloved friend,

I had to, or it would have been my end.

But it is no easier to bear,

I just try to believe that I don't care.

I hide where I can at night,

But barely sleep a wink from fright.

I move around by day,

Yet the skies stay a solemn gray.

I miss my family, and my friends,

Hell I miss m enemies to no end.

This solitude cuts like a whip

Then sais away, quick as a ship.

These creatures are horrid

And though it may be morbid,

I will describe their vulgarity

To give you some clarity.

With pale skin that flakes off,

Looks like it belongs in a trough,

And dead eyes forever seeking,

A hoarse voice, but only shrieking.

They can move quick, but only rarely

Usually slow, moving barely.

They are filled with unspeakable rage

They are stronger than a steel cage.

I travel far to start anew,

I've heard of safe zones, just a few.

They promise of an escape and cure

But if they can, I'm not too sure.

I close in on one of these spots

And my stomach is all in knots.

And in my anxiety I am unaware,

Of an infected, running like a hare.

I hear it close, and raise my gun,

But it's too close, so I turn to run.

I fall and try to crawl clear

But I know my end is here.

It tore into my flesh

And I squirmed and threshed.

I blew off its head,

But now I'm on my death bed.

So, I write this letter for you to find

In a future again ruled by mankind.

This era will always be a mystery

But I hope my words go down as history.

Reviews

[Rachel Tierney]

A little chunky at some points but very entertaining.