Koma White

the blood is pooling in my eyes

the fluid in my lungs

chokes my cries

my veins run frigid with icy flow

what we reap

is what we sow

Grab her hand as you run
For your lives, not for fun
The dead are walking 
Your lives they’re stalking
The innocent are filled with fear
She’s terrified, hold her near

Watch the neighbours laid to waste
As cadavers begin their chase
Hungering for the freshest flesh
The bravest are being put to their test
Adrenaline begins to rush
Fight or flight 
Cover and sights
Grab your weapon
Start to fight 

Survival of the fittest
Longest to last
Take care of your own 
Worry not the past
Nothing’s ever the same
The future wont last
She doesn’t have the will to put up the fight
He doesn’t have the guts to leave her tonight

The end is here 
They’ll just watch it burn
Together forever
He wont let her turn
Into one of the undead
walking or not
Their love is one thing 
that he will not let rot 

“One bullet for you,
One bullet for me.”
Hands held together
Embracing tightly
Tears fell down her cheek 
He kissed her once more
One last embrace 
As they walk hand in hand
Through the proverbial door

Up on a hilltop
Death and fire below
“Make this pain stop.”
Dealt her final blow
Pulled the trigger
Said his farwells
Now muzzle to flesh
Time to join his angel.
The world is ending
Chaos reigning supreme
Though, not for the two lovers
For them, it seems only a dream.

After fighting off a giant horde of shambling, rotting corpses and being separated from my group, I run for cover to a 3 story home off the main street. 

I barricade the front door and just my luck the windows are already boarded up tight. Just to be safe, I run up the stairs to the top floor and set up shop in what looks to be an old couples bedroom. Doilies on the table tops, family photos in silver frames, a Tiffany lamp in the corner, nothing useful to be used as a weapon. There is however a glass sliding door to a balcony. 

“Great! I can scout out for my friends, if any of them are still alive.”, I start thinking about the possible devouring of my loved ones flesh, “And we had done so well, so far. Shit.”

I start crying. 

That’s when I hear the sound of shuffling feet and that unmistakably squelching followed by a kind of sick plop of wet intestines hitting the floor. The tears immediately cease. My heart feels like its pumping ice water through my veins. I turn quickly to see the disemboweled, reanimated corpse of the previous homeowner jaws agape and coming my way slowly. 

I reach for the hatchet at my hip, as it’s the only thing I have left on me and prepare to fight, once again, for my life. 

The smell is horrendous. It’s like a combination of putrid meat, diarrhea and mothballs. I gag, hard, but maintain my focus on my target inching closer by the second. 

I swing the hatchet, and land it with a ‘thunk’ noise through this old man’s skull, direct hit to the brain. The hit should have been enough to drop the walking corpse, but instead he reaches his arm up to grab at my shirt. My eyes open wide in sheer terror as I back away and swing my hatchet again, landing another direct hit to this decrepit, decaying man’s head. It slices through like butter, on a slightly diagonal angle. I pull the hatchet from his head, and what looks like a perfect large slice of cake falls to the floor. Skull cake with brain filling. 

The advancing corpse now looks like its smiling a menacing toothy grin. Mocking my attempts to drop it as it reaches again for my shirt, this time grabbing a handful of cloth.

I began to panic swinging my hatchet once more, this time aiming at the neck to try and sever the spinal cord. Perfect swing and hit, the sharp blade cuts clean through the old man’s neck leaving only an inch or so of flesh holding his head on.

I pull my weapon back, this things head falls to the side, but it advances again. 

I have no more room to back up, this rotting shell of what was once some kid’s grandpa is still gripping my shirt and not falling down. I’ve destroyed it’s brain, I’ve severed the spinal cord, according to every zombie rule I have ever heard this thing should be done for. 

“You are FUCKED.”, my brain is screaming at me. My heart is pounding through my chest, the tears begin to fall again as I hear the barricade break at the bottom of the stairs and what sounds like dozens of feet stomping up the stairs toward me. 

The swaying head of this old man, gnashes it’s teeth at me, dangling by it’s shoulder, not having the ability to grip due to lack of leverage and force, but I feel the porcelain dentures scraping my skin in the attempt to bite through my soft flesh. I push, he doesn’t move, I am backed into the corner and calmly accept my fate as I close my eyes and slide down the wall into the fetal position.

“This is it. You are about to be eaten by a horde of starving, rotting corpses.”

The room is filled with the smell of decay. The sound of feet have made it into the room with more still coming. 

I breathe deep, one last breath and open my eyes to see whats coming. Dozens of dead hands reach toward me, clawing my skin and thats when I await the the sharp pang of teeth though flesh…

*written by Koma White*

It stands in the dark about to cross the threshold

Face caked with blood, dirt and a story untold

The stagnant stench of rot fills the air

Into dead vacant eyes I stare.

The black, tattered and torn sleeved arms start to rise 

It takes all of my strength to silence my cries

Fear grips hard my heart in its icy grasp

Death’s mouth opens in a dirtied rasp.

I can feel my heart stop, my warm body tense, sensing my doom

The putrid breath emanating from its lips, fills the room

The mouth starts to gnash, the fingers start to claw

Teeth chew my flesh with it’s powerful jaw.

I breathe my last breaths, I scream my last screams

My life starts to flash my unaccomplished dreams

I fall to my knees, blood gushing from veins

The world starts to fade as my life drains.

The pain begins to subside although the feast continues

This monster gorging on my muscle, gore and sinews

The thought comes to mind as I slowly fall

I will rise and come again to devour you all.

written by: koma.white