Jack Dreadful - Zombie Killer

Jack strode into the saloon late that night.

And everyone looked up in fright at him.

Even the sheriff went quite pale and dropped

His beer in fear. This man had killed dozens

Who drew first. However, he was friends of all

Tonight. There were worse things than him outside.

His guns were out and smoked in hands that shook

In visible terror. What could scare Jack Dreadful?

The men thought. Well, as they were just about

To ask, Jack yelled, his voice trembling, "Zombies!"

"Zombies! Was it possible?" Thought the men.

Legends, horrific, dark, terrifying

And demonic had made their way to them

From Haiti. These fantastic stories spoke

Of zombies that arose from graves and killed

Living. Could it be true? The men were first

Silent, then laughter prevailed. Guffaws, jeers,

Chortles, chuckles, snickers and sniggers met

The words of Jack. One man, a fat banker

Who chose a window seat, (a bad idea

Tonight) yelled out that Jack was mad! Insane!

Then glass rained down upon his head. He died

Of fright before the creatures claws and jaws

Raked skull in search of brains. The fates had cut

His string tonight. Who would be next? Not me,

Every man thought, quickly drawing his gun.

The hammers slammed, the chambers spun as guns

Flashed fire, smoke, and lead at dead men who

Should not have been walking. "The Brains!" Said Jack,

"Just shoot and hit the brains!" The dead fell left

And right, their moans splitting the air. Jack led

The men against the dead outside. He fought

Bravely, pistols in both hands, gunman no

More. Shady work and crime was behind Jack

Now. Jack had saved the town from walking dead!

After the dead were put back deep in graves

Every man praised Jack Dreadful, Hero who

Protected kin from zombies grim and mad.

How did the dead begin to walk? Noone

There knows but Jack saw Something Strange that night.

T'was dark and rain poured down in great buckets.

Thunder boomed, lightning snapped, but Jack was out,

Just back from work shady and dark, when he

Saw It. The light was bright but Jack could see

Shining lightning streaming like crystalline

Water into the town graveyard. Jack passed

This miracle, thinking the sight was strange.

He stared, and then he saw them. Hands reached high

From mud and grasped the air. Jack backed away

And ran, racing the rain right into town.

Jack Dreadful saw them shambling behind him.

Thinking to leave the little town to run

Away, he grabbed his gear, when his minds thoughts

Reminded him of kindnesses people

Had done for him, despite their fear of him.

They sold him food, they talked to him, even

Patching his wounds. He could not run away.

Jack grabbed his guns and stepped outside, ready

To fight the dead. Jack Dreadful would not die

Tonight! The dead would dread his name! He cocked

His hat and stepped to meet the dead, almost

Inside the town. He shot a few of them,

Backing up till he saw something. The Saloon.