Coimetrophobia
Hush
Breath
Big breath
They're all dead
Bodies in the ground
Headstones marked with each of their names
Clouds are rolling in, turning daytime into nighttime
Rain starts to fall, thunder begins to strike, ground becomes muddy, there's movement from inside
Standing, soaking wet, we can't believe our eyes, we watch in disbelief, the dead have come alive, crawling out from their graves, hunger in their eyes
Frozen stiff we,couldn't move; the last thing on our minds was we're going to be zombie food and there was no place for us to hide, somewhere in our heads we heard the moans and swiftly did our feet go while our hands did wave our good byes
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