The faraway groans become louder,

Bestial, menacing and vicious.

Shuffling footsteps fill the air,

A rancid stench enters our noses.

The last flames flicker out,

A chill runs through the room.

Sweat breaks out on our foreheads,

We cock our guns in preparation.

They know no pain or mercy,

Though we were once no different.

No light to aim or orientate,

Our breaths become shallow and controlled.

An explosion of wood around us,

They shattered our barriers like twigs.

We’re forced to circle tighter,

The children cower at our backs.

The first shot tears through the air,

Followed by whirs and bangs.

Their numbers are never-ending,

We mortals suffer our first down.

He too is now one of them,

All it took was a bite.

A pile of bodies stacks up,

Use as a barrier and survive?