Zombocalypse

One day, during a solar eclipse
The world turned into a zombie apocalypse
I was visiting a cemetery full of gravestones
Behind me, I heard a lurching horde of moans

I bolted through the lush and sun-baked grass plains
I jogged through the empty streets
I tottered with numb hands in the frosty cold
I staggered with dehydration in the scorching heat

I leapt out tattered windows
I clambered up colossal skeletal trees
I just kept fleeing relentlessly
Hoping that one day I will be free

I shot them with guns, and stabbed them with knives
Because of survival, this has become my way of life
Although I survive alone in a constant zombie maze
It was too late to go back to the good old days

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