Zombies!
Hide in the mall!
Zombies are here, and they are giving their all!
Get a gun
and have some fun!
The Zombies have come for your brains,
hide the dames!
Get a knife,
grab your wife!
Head for the shop!
Zombies are attacking, use your machete to chop!
There is no more room in hell,
and that ringing sound is the bell
signaling the end of the world!
Getting A Signal
Hiding under my bed,
they have not broken in, the undead.
I turn on my radio, what a shock!
"Safe zone, go to the school and then head up the block!"
Grab my trusty gun,
going to kill some Zed Heads, hun'.
Fight my way to help,
Nothing there. I yelp.
"Sorry bout that, too many Zack!"
The radio chatters, then goes silent. That's a lot of mack,
you ran away because you were scared of a few Zs,
and that means you have all the bravery of bees!
Traitor
Hiding in a compound,
the zombies pounding
echos throughout the hall.
We're all here, drinking wine,
biding our time.
Argument starts,
The insurance guy, Mart,
gets pissed, opens the gates.
The zombies don't wait,
eats him like fast food.
Emotions rise, the mood
changes. We all run,
but not fast enough. The zombies have fun.
All alone, shouting curses at the moon, the eternal waiter.
The curses are all about Mart, that bloody traitor.