Decayed faces pressed against the glass,
You want to escape, but the car is out of gas.
Slamming with their broken hands,
Putrid drool hanging in thick strands.
Their numbers increase each time you look outside,
There is no chance that it will ever subside.
You want to run but the others disagree,
Guess they want to be food for a zombie.
Windows shattering,
The guns dropping on the floor clattering.
You take whatever you can get with you,
You want to make it through.
Blood flowing,
Exposed muscles and bones showing.
Screams filling the air,
Your thoughts are slowly turning into despair.
Where was that door, where did they leave that gun?
It’s not time for that, you just need to run!
There’s only one thing standing in your way,
The zombies have run out of prey.
They now look at you with their clouded eyes,
Meanwhile, your dead friends also rise.
Tears are running down your cheeks,
You don’t want to end up like those freaks.
You feel a cold chill on your back,
The undead intruders are ready for another snack.
Rotting teeth and bloodstained nails,
Your survival plan fails.
You now feel their cold skin,
This is a struggle you’ll never win.
That’s when you feel a sharp pain,
You feel the virus penetrating your brain.
After their feast you walk with them,
You’re now a part of the endless mayhem.
Covered with maggots and lice,
And accompanied with vultures and mice.
In an endless journey with your cold stare,
Only exhaling putrid air.
</p><p>Thank you ZS. It kicks ass, like always.</p>