Away

by brock.austin56

January 28, 2014

Scratch, scratch, pound, pound

I hear something at my door

I don’t know what it is

Cold sweat runs down my back

I think it’s one of them,

I think it’s the undead

I turn and run away

Because I am scared to know

The truth about what is at my door

Is it a survivor searching refuge

Or is it a zombie searching for flesh

I don’t know and I don’t care

Just then I hear a scream

I rush back to the door and throw it open

A woman falls through the door frame

I go to slam the door when

Zombies start to come in

I forget about the door and

I forget about the woman

I just turn and run away

Away from the death

Away from the carnage

Away from my fears

I run and run and don’t look back

I find that I am trapped

Nowhere to go and

Nowhere to hide

All I can do is sit

And wait for the doom

The death and carnage

The fear I have avoided

For so long is catching up

Nowhere left to run

I can’t run away and

I can’t make it go away

My last choice is surrender

I must give into my fear

I must give into my nightmare

Nothing else I can do

Nowhere else I can escape

To, other than the truth

I must accept my fear

I must accept my weakness

And give into it

Into the pain and fear

My last choice is the truth

I can no longer run away

From it, it has caught up

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