No One's Alive
I look around and see a field of graves.
What am I doing here?
I can feel a strange feeling of power flowing thriugh me.
Confused, I feel my mouth move to say something unknown to me.
I see visions of the dead gathered at the base of a hill, with me at the top.
A hand shoots out of the ground where a grave lies.
As a thousand more join it, I relize something.
No one's alive.
As the dead souround the hill i am on, I know I am their leader.
With my hand in the air, I release a battle cry.
I turn and run to the nearest human and smile.
When she smiles back I say:
No one's alive.
She then sees the army of dead and releases a blood curdling scream.
As soon as it escapes her lips she is sorrounded by my army of dead.
Just as soon as they came they are gone.
I look up at the moon and smile.
No one's alive.
I think to my self and think,
It has begun.
Copyright © Morgan Corthell | Year Posted 2012
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