Population Z

Population Z

Kicking, scratching, clawing at the door,  

Heart pounding as I lay shaking on the floor

My knife trembles in my hand as I watch them through ____the cracks

Eyes bulging out their heads and bones protruding from ____their backs

I try to catch my breath but I am breathing too fast

my heart’s racing as I wonder how long I’m going to last

I watch in terror as the nails begin to get weak

They pound louder with every cry and every shriek

As I look around, I can clearly notice

theres no exit to be found as my eyes strains to focus

Reinforced windows shatter as they pound on the glass,

The boards fall to the floor and they are coming in fast.

As they crawl through the wall im beginning to see, 

The only option for survival is becoming a zombie.