Tales of the Sleep Deprived

You and Me versus a Horde of Zombies

Lights flickering as our shadows dance across the wall of canned goods
"We had this two days ago," you tell me as I hand you one and I roll my eyes
"They all taste the same to me" I answer in a snappy voice, kind of pissed at you
Your shaking head tells me I have no chance so I just grab a different one

On a normal day, sharing a can of instant soup would have been saved for drunken nights
But the eerily white walls and deafening silence remind me it's a completely different time
The automated doors are now the only thing separating us from the horrific outside world
And when they almost broke down, we barricaded it with all of our strength

We look at each other for the first time in weeks, and laughter is echoed
It almost feels illegal for us to experience even a fleeting moment of happiness
But when you got all the undead after you, it's almost an ironic kind of funny
How you worked hard to get away from your past, only to be chased by the ones rising from graves

Before this all happened, you asked me where I would hide or go during an apocalypse
I answered that I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth and to the realms beyond
But now that we have a horde of zombies chasing after our asses
How glad I am that we ended up at this little grocery store