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Saturday, June 2, 2012


From the darkest depths of the horror inside the...
Comes a twisted horror poem from:


This is twenty harrowing minutes in the life Quinton Earl Patterson!


(Wilmington, North Carolina)

Holy mother of god,
They were after me again!
I thought I was as secure as a pea in a pod...
Before another chase, as usual, began.

They sniffed me out like a mole after a root!
One of them smashed through the glass to grab my right hand.
I kicked it in the face with my left heavy boot!
The other one tried to bite me wherever its teeth would land.

I scrambled out of the back door of the broken car.
Two more zombies were now shambling toward my sordid tale.
I destroyed the first one with a hard head strike with the crow bar.
Then I quickly pushed the other one over the guardrail!

I thought I could be safe six stories up this parking garage.
It just wasn't to be... in this world of undead hunting collusion.
These six surreal years of non-human contact feels like a dark mirage.
One of these days this madness has to come to a conclusion!

Am I really the last living man on American soil?
All I know is the will to survive even as I walk alone in forests and parks.
And now my anger is is about to make my blood boil.
There, on my right hand... horror of horrors... are teeth marks.

Fuck me for my carelessness and trust in the need for sleep!
I can never let my guard down because I am human prey food!
My skin doesn't appear to be broken... am I now an infected sheep?
Control yourself... focus your mind... remain in a steady mood.

The skin around the teeth marks has yet to turn white like lard..
I know zombie bites immediately begin to break down live flesh.
I think I'm alright... and I am now pissed and ready to strike back hard.
It is time to stop running and give these zombies my own... 



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