Glocks (2 of 2)

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I bet you noticed I put an S at the end. I hope you enjoy none the less.

Glocks begins to fire.
Blazing in the city street.
Our situation isn't dire.
I found others to greet.

Glocks.
Firing into the swarm.
Zombies appearing in flocks.
Everyone's heart used to be warm.

I found two people who want to join.
One is a child another is an adult.
They gave us a coin.
As they used to be in a cult.

They escaped alive and well.
The child was carried as she had no leg.
As I could tell.
They didn't beg.

I gave the mother one of my glocks.
I still have one.
As we race against the clocks.
We won't stop until the day is done.

Shooting through the night.
The family joined and I mad a leg.
I know that giving it to the girl is right.
She never planned to beg.

The mother had an AK47 and left us to be.
She didn't need a gun.
As she was planning to give it to me.
I saved it for some fun.

The viper met the two as well.
They got along pretty nice.
As I could tell.
Even their hearts were made of ice.

The viper began to shout.
We got our guns ready.
There was no time to pout.
As we have to be steady.

Glocks.
Firing at the breached gate.
Shooting in flocks.
At this will decide our fate.

We managed to kill but at a cost.
The little girl was bit.
A member we lost.
Lost into the world of wit.

We got enraged and killed the rest.
Zombies appearing in swarms.
A lovely girl lost to nature's test.
Our hearts were never warm.

Shooting my glock.
The mother shot one too.
Shooting into the zombie flock.
What were we supposed to do?

The mother shoots in the dark of night.
The sniper helping and is full of rage.
The girl is now in the light.
As this turned a new page.

We pack our stuff and leave.
The mother kisses my cheek.
A new part to weave.
As low new place is she may we seek.

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