We sat in the church, quiet, hungry, | 1 |
A stench carried itself through our midst. | 2 |
The distant sounds of screams and moans | 3 |
Would not let our hearts stop their unnatural rhythm. | 4 |
Guns were heard, yells of horror and defeat. | 5 |
The chains on the church door rattled | 6 |
And shook, as our fear slammed at the door. | 7 |
A bright light shone through the blood stained glass | 8 |
As we heard our airborne eagle attempt to fend off our foes. | 9 |
We turned back around to face the center of the aisle, | 10 |
Face the casket which held Natasha's rotting corpse. | 11 |
Nobody ever figured out why she did what she did. | 12 |
Afterall, she was the one who first recruited us | 13 |
Against the zombies. | 14 |
She had first armed us and made us believe we could win. | 15 |
So as we had retreated, as we ran away from the pet shop, | 16 |
Why would she stop, turn, and run | 17 |
Into the arms of a living dead, | 18 |
Whose skin was festered and eyes forever cold... | 19 |
and kiss him? | 20 |
Was it because she lost faith in the rebellion, | 21 |
Or because he was the only man she ever met | 22 |
Who didn't have a cold and hardened heart? | 23 |