Surrounded By the Dead

Surrounded by the enemy Walking, crawling, sliding their slimy bodies on the ground People you once knew Shared time with, loved, cared for Mothers, neighbors, 4th grade teachers Call them what you will The undead ghouls Walkers No matter what you call them they are the same creatures They are no longer people, you won't receive hugs or cookies Or even smiles from decaying mouths again They cannot sing, dance or speak Craving flesh They just want your meat Don't open the doors or try to talk sense Won't hear anything you have to say Shoot them dead, right between the eyes Then they can't bite No trust, no honesty, no salvation You against them, glazed eyes Me against them, chomping jaws Us against the world, all those bodies Just me and you and a .22