the subtleties of the zombie

The Subtleties of the Zombie.

Showing no mercy, no regret, no emotion.
Nor shall they stop untill they are fed.
Their body language speaks their hate,
as we fall one by one to their horrific storm of enraged rotten flesh.
Oh as they bite, they tear, growl and scream.
My life means so little,
now that the fact is, that even if I did survive,
there wouldnt be much of a world left to share my life with.

This is the end

Do not find your end here.
You are to perfect to be a meal to the morbid hoard.
For they will eat anything.
Shit, brains, hair and all.
Keep moving,
maybe they wont catch you.

The hoard may not stop, the zombies need to eat soon.
Lets make sure it isn't us they devour.
Destroying our bodies.
Possibly leaving enough of us to rise again as more of the wretched, rage filled, blood thirsting demons
created from the blackened depths of satan's lair.
These people used to be pieces of a family.
Someones sister, someones father, someones mother, someones brother...
my brother,
my brother...

I hate him now, my best friend in the world.
He's trying to kill me.
He wants to eat my flesh and murder me,
us, every one we've ever known.
He wants to end us and he will succeed if i let him.

I miss your regular blank stare, as nothing ever affected you,
Infected you.
Not this unnatural emotion emitting from the final sparks in your brain.
Now showing how little our brotherhood meant.
How little our friendship meant.
The same blood in our veins.
There is no stopping you in your ultimate hour.
For you will fall from this massacre .
I will miss you friend.
Partner.
Brother.

I will remember not this grim moment
of your anger,
your soulless rage,
your ugliness.

But, the times we played, learned to drive and ride.
The predicaments we have endured.
Such the scenario's in which you would've been here to save me,
And i you.
....
Is this why you are here now?
At my throat?

Are you here to save me Bill?