Walking through the rubble
Of fallen buildings, that once lit up
The skyline at night. I see
A rotted corpse shamble, slow at first,
Coming towards me. It reaches one remaining arm
Out towards me, the other is just
A bloody, gnawed on stump.
A low, mournful moan escapes
Its blood stained lips. And it begins
To move with purpose. Lifeless eyes
Glare up at me. Another corpse
Has answered the call. This one,
Crawls in my direction,
Dragging severed legs behind it, held on
Only by a bit of flesh.
A shriek rings out from behind
As another survivor soon becomes
Tonight’s dinner. Approaching ghouls,
Moaning as an evil choir, announcing
Their murderous intent. Running now
I turn a blind corner, only to discover
A wall of decaying flesh and arms
All waiting for another meal. Surrounded
By death, I feel my last breath escape me.
As these monsters move in, eager
For the kill.

Now covered in blood
My eyes open once more. Looking down
I can see my insides spilling out
Onto the pavement. Rising to my feet,
I stumble after the crowd. My limbs
Refuse to cooperate. I can’t explain
What drives me to keep moving forward, except
For the hunger in the stomach I left behind
In the alley. The telltale moan is heard
Once more. This time, it is me on the hunt.