Z-poems/poetry

The Second I Got Myself Bitten

Jenny, Billy and Jerry are gone !
The rest of us wont wait until they turned.
Jessie, Ronnie and me have to decide,
either we run off through the ceiling or we stand up and fight !

Jessie said," Why bother, we can still escape this dreadful nightmare ! "
I disagree; I still believe thinking that three of our beloved friendly friends were alive - survive ...

But, what a silly girl like me; recklessly, hardheaded, and all my stupidity...
Ronnie decided to go for the Plan B,
escape through the ceiling, to the roof and running away to the woods
"Cowards ! ", I yanked at them...
"Whatever ..." Jessie whispers to me as a goodbye anthem !  As they scram...

I'm all alone now,
I have only my shotgun: its bullets are few left for this foolish guardian...
Seconds later I found them - my dead friends and they've turned !
My gun jammed !  It's a dilemma and a bite on my aorta...
As they dragging me down the cold moist floor with putrid blood that stale, my hand desperately searching for a hand grenade that I never found...
Well, I guess this is the end - cause a bad luck not always comes in three !