i hear a shuffing footstep and take a bated breath.
reaching out for contact without the slightest thought of care.
some details escape me thanks to the moonlit night.
gashes on his face, and a hole, where was once his nose,
and blood leaking from out his mouth dribbling down his chin.
save the stains, is clean and pressed,
his pants match his charcoal top, professionaly dressed.
the stumbling toward me groaning, it makes no jump or start.
the deeper than any before i'd known, i spy the sinew, bones and all.
like i'd seen in all those movies,
Dawn of the Dead and like that kind.
as no more skin is present from dragging on for miles.
i try to dash backwards, but my back has hit a wall.
the blood thirsty and inhuman, takes one last look up, as the to beg.
after letting out a stifled scream, i kick at his head, my efforts
i give a few more, good measure for, after death in him was found.
i walk along, and thru prevail, begin to proudly laugh.
With pain in my chest, i made fall on my knees.