From Wren's They Came

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The Head Line News read, Houston under Martial Law,
Stay indoors, do not panic, and do not go out, under any
Cause!
I’m not sure from wrens’ they came, at first it was just
The rain, not the regular storm, or hurricane, but the
Apocalyptic drama of Noah and the epic flood.
From the shadows these beings seem to emerge,
Flesh eating beasts, wearing the faces of my friends,
Neighbors, and acquaintances, an unwanted block
Party of the undead, and I’m on the menu,
As the main course, for dinners raw sushi bar.
Behind fears locked doors I did so scramble,
Like a cockroach trying to escape, an aerosol
Bombing, my only venues retreat, the garage,
It’s the fastest way out, my car I had to get
To it somehow, or get prepared for the worst,
Mortal combats assassination.
But the rain pounded harder, as the fists
Gathered banging outside my window panes,
Time was growing short for humans, it was
Becoming a deadly game of cat and mouse
Survival.
Instincts flight or fight mode kicked in, as my
Front door gave way, I’m in a tailspin running mode,
Crashing, down my own garage door, smashing
Into the bodies of the living dead, searching
In the panic room of a four door security zone,
For sanity’s insane scenario, my only link to
Reality the radio, telling me to stay safely indoors.
In hell’s storm, I became lost, as the torrents
Blast, knocked my vehicle from side to side,
Following the beacons of street lights of hope,
I knew not where to go, but I had to keep
Moving, for the walking dead never sleeps,
These nightmare creepers, whom followed
The living with insatiable hunger!
God emptied his private reservoirs onto Houston,
The rain enveloped every escape route but one,
The highway, the radio man spoke loud and clear,
Just then, head for the high ground.
But I knew who would be waiting there,
In the shadow realm, pale skinned demons,
With hungry eyes piercing through the night.
Instead I followed the basic desire to stay alive
One more night, Corpus Christy here I come,
Don’t spare the horsepower, I’m on my way,
To your gleaming streets, without dead walkers.

Head line news now reads, many lives were
Lost in the storm of storms, that hit our beloved
Houston, let us bow our heads in prayer,
Not one word was ever spoken, about the
Zombies of the rain, but I’ll never forget,
That night as long as I live.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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