Of Zombies and Our Darkest Knights

When the zombies first arrived we survived by keeping low Hiding in the shadows, no where else to go Their numbers kept increasing. It was we that fed their might No matter how we tried to move, staying out of sight

Daylight showed the devastation that the night had brought to bear Those who fell now walked again, though souls no longer there We had no plans, no set location Survivors we met the odd occasion

When we stumbled on across their tent Or miraculously when word was sent

Lone wolves who fought and died alone Rose as zombies, increased the moan

And the threat of madness to our minds Those first few days were not very kind The best knights formed worked in fours or five Cooperation kept us alive

Militarized units with each others back The best defense was to attack Communication was reinstalled We tried to help when we were called

Fresh food and water became a critical fact As well as the sterile dressings we often lacked

You can kill a zombie a thousand times But unless you destroy the head; again it climbs

Instinctively to rise and search In that familiar pattern of stagger/lurch We now burn the remains of those who fall This effort, though it may seem small

Helps curtail the disease that has been spread The deceased that rise as living dead

Doug Getgood November 5, 2015

Doug Getgood, in addition to being a total survival badass, is also the official ZSC Poet Laureate . Check our his other poems here:

What I Learned at Zombie Survival Camp

The Story of the Zombie Wars