Zombie haiku

My day starts off bad

I'm running behind for work

If I'm late, I'm dead

Something on the news

About people acting odd

So I switch to sports

I grab a quick meal

While skimming through the paper

Death, death, death, comics

Dodging eye contact

From my neighbors awkward stare

I leave my nice house

As I start my car

My neighbor just keeps staring

And doesn't wave back

Radio station

Are not playing songs

So I turn it off

On the way to work

I drive past lots of car wrecks

Clogging up traffic

A guy almost dies

Stumbling onto the road

Too drunk to walk straight

Much to my surprise

When I get to the office

The place is empty

When I call the boss

He answers and screams at me

And then drops the phone

Beth from accounting

Is just sitting in her car

Eating spaghetti

I ask her what's up

But she just eats in her car

Something's wrong with Beth

Odd that Beth won't speak

Odder that Beth is eating

Without utensils

I tap the glass

Beth smashes her face through it

I call 911

I hit redial

Another busy signal

They need call waiting

With glass in her neck

Beth climbs out her car window

And reaches for me

As I help her up

And I know this sounds crazy

Beth tries to bite me

That stuff on Beth's face...

There's one thing I know for sure:

That's not spaghetti

We make quite the scene

Her moans and me screaming

But no one sees it

Beth sort of hugs me

Which I am not a fan of

So I kick and run