Among the Dead

He awoke with a fright,

in a bedroom with dim light.

His mind reeling and body sore,

with no memory of the day before.

Climbing out of the bed,

it felt like had something hit his head.

He stumbled to the window,

but was met by a black widow.

Looking around he was puzzled,

trying to speak but felt muzzled.

He limped to the door,

trying not to end on the floor.

In his hand the cold knob burned,

but he held it tight and made it turn.

The door swung easy on its hinge,

but the sight he saw made him cringe.

Most his family lie dead,

all while he lay in bed.

He fell to the ground feeling alone,

and all he could do was wheeze and moan.

He soon began to hunger,

when suddenly there was a noise from under.

Saliva began to flow freely,

and someone would pay dearly.

For it had finally clicked in his head,

that he too was among the dead.

He did not feast upon his family,

for they were now a distant memory.

He instead shambled downstairs,

where people may be in pairs.

There was a smell so fresh,

it had to be open flesh.

He turned the corner,

and oh if someone could warn her.

He grabbed her hair and pulled it back,

she would make a lasting snack.

She at first started to cry,

but her screams soon began to die.

The men with her went to run,

but they were next when he was done.

The men burst open the door,

only allowing more dead to pour.

As the two men lay dying,

he soon found himself smiling.

For he knew he wouldn't grow bored,

for he was now part of the horde.