Dirt coated the remnants of civilization
Underneath the grime, the dead cars told a story
Silhouettes burned into the pavement eternally listened
The wind moaned at the ending
Being soulless wasn’t difficult
Especially when you pretended to care
And the world was happy about that
Still, it made Marcus pause, his hands covered in red
That maybe the world was pretending too
Humans can be so complicated
Ordinarily, they make my existence such a pain, but
When I show them my toothy smile they all run away
Lycanthropy can have its advantages
Bashing zombie heads with a glorious ash wood barrel
Amy felt the most alive fighting for her life, but then she got bit
That’s why she felt dead when she arose the next day after
Useless fingers, frozen from the cold, tried to grasp the laces
Nothing was going right. The cold was so bitter, the snow so deep
Then there were the noises in the dark. The sniffs and pants from furry four legs
It made his spine quiver. He took a step and pulled his foot out of the boot
Even though his foot was half frozen, when it crashed into the snow the chill exploded
Daylight found the boot alone in crimson snow
Francis sharpened his knife for like the twelfth time. Tomorrow would be Halloween, and it would finally be his time. It had taken him weeks of sacrifice to be ready. His guests wouldn’t be expecting what he was planning.
Suddenly goosebumps caused his arm hairs to stand at attention. He used the knife to trim them. Yeah, it was sharp enough. It would part flesh with ease. He couldn’t wait to carve his way into infamy.
Francis put another brisket into the smoker and wondered if cutting into that would feel the same as… Well, he would see tomorrow night.
Slipping behind the unsuspecting teenagers
Catching them totally flatfooted
As I swing my ax in a gleeful arc
Red blood squirting everywhere
Even blinding me for a moment. I panic and wipe it away
Damn, that was a frightening moment for me.