Zombies: Part Two (revision)

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I come to sitting upright in the chair

and look around the dimly lit apartment.

Sunbeams slip past the slats across the window.

It's still quite early, the sun only rising.

I notice that the clock isn’t working.

We must've lost power sometime last night.

It’s doubtful it will even get restored.

I’m not sure what to do. I only know

I can't stay here forever, not when help

may never come. I'll wait a day or two,

give authorities a chance to rescue us,

but, after that, I'm heading to the city.

I can't just sit around and pray they do.

If I’m going to make it, I need supplies.

Food, water, anything else I can find.

And it will give me an opportunity

to look for others who are uninfected

that I might be able to group up with.

It's a rather large city. I’ll be fine.

Here in the suburbs, it tends to be quiet

but not this quiet. It has me on edge.

I don’t hear anything outside today,

besides the birds that continue to chirp

despite it being the end of the world.

Beyond the usual, chipper birdsong,

it's quite surreal not hearing anything

other than trees rustling in the wind,

or the shutters set rattling by gusts.

None of the noise pollution from the city.

Sigh. I wish life wasn't so complicated

at the moment. It would be a nice day.

The nervousness makes it anything but.

I grab my cigarettes off of the table

and shake the pack. A few jostle around

inside, but not many. I'm almost out.

Although I should conserve the few I have,

I’ll allow myself one to start the day.

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