There's No Place Like Home

Walking through the woods, weapons in hand The group fights the dead in common land The men are tasked with finding the food While the women are expected not to be rude Every new habitat they seek for safety, Does not seem to please the rest of society Resting for months on a comfortable farm, Also had it's doubts come forward with harm During the night the farm had burned down The dead had come from all around With little to no time left to spare, The rest of the group had escaped feeling bare Back to square one the group had been found, Looking for places for a new camp ground When out on a hunt the leader did see, A prison, the size of a fortress, through the trees He quickly ran back to tell the group, That soon they will be in for some nice warm soup They ran towards the prison to clear out the dead, Then rejoiced into happiness and climbed into bed And many years later while the dead still roam, The people will always remember, there's no place like home