I was never meant to be a savior,
They come inside and eat all alive,
I can hear the sounds as if it was yesterday,
The gargling; The disgusting traits they all have,
My only option was locking myself inside.
The door shut, allowing me to breathe,
My pulse stopped just as much as my fear.
However I fret; This night isn't over.
The pounding begins once more,
I can see the lock shaking on the door,
My pulse is now rapid, just like my fear.
Whats this? A 2x4 in the buliding? Okay!
The only option is to use my wooden friend,
and make this last til the very end.
Opening the door, I'm ready for the fight of my life,
The undead creatures are being slashed as if Woody was a knife!
They don't lay down quite easily, they fight back!
Yet, I'll be damned if they try to give me a hack,
It's as if a fight song gets played on repeat,
The walkers begin to smell their own defeat,
I have won this fight! Hooray for me!
Now I can finally rest in peace,
At last, my bravery has shown!
But now I'm all alone.
