• They bang on the door,
    They smash through the windows in
    A quest for my flesh.

    They step on my traps,
    Blowing up, guts splattering,
    I shoot their heads off.

    They are relentless,
    Never stopping, even without
    limbs they never cease.

    No more clips, no more
    Shells, they break down the makeshift
    barracade, I failed.

    I spy one last shell,
    There are thousands of them, one
    Shell won't help at all.

    I load the shell into
    The shotgun, point it, and shoot.
    Not at them, at me.