Apocalyptic Action

I run through school halls

down the stairs, careful not to fall.

Swinging in my hand

I hold a bloody pan.

Determined to reach home,

sadly, I know I'll be alone.

Surrounded by my teachers and class

Tears in my eyes I escape fast.

I sprint for the car,

hoping I'll make it that far.

The undead pursue.

Dear friend, I'm sorry I have to hurt you.

Screw in the key.

Familiar faces wail as I leave.

I hit the gas

and I make it home at last.

Supply the back of the van,

clothes, weapons, and food in cans,

bleach, gas and solar power,

I'm off in less than an hour.

Driving directly south,

passing hoards frothing at the mouth.

The heat will slow them down

but I don't plan to stick around.

If sun and bugs speed up rot

The more I save on shots

I often collect anything I can find

guns, knives, and fishing line.

Whizzing by the coast

flesh bubbles and roasts.

When pumping gas I’m on guard

Knowing dead don’t roam far

I park by an ocean dock

find a large boat, pick a couple locks,

bring my van aboard on top.

this'll bring the dead to a stop.

A mile of water from me to shore,

I'll anchor here til I need more.

I'm gonna avoid hell

and help anyone who’s still well.

So long, dead family and friends

but this isn't my or humanity's end.