The End

Her matted hair covers her face,

blood dripping from her mouth.

Creeping through the streets at night,

quiet as a mouse.

Everyone thought this would never happen.

They never thought it could be done.

Every person is a cannibal.

The zombie apocalypse has begun.

They limp around

in blood and guts.

It might be enough

to drive you nuts.

Once infected,

you’re one of them.

There’s no injection or cure,

you’re just the dead undead.

So be careful,

be weary of your neighbors and friends.

Lock your doors and windows,

the world is about to end.