Hunger and Instinct

The Fort is empty in this early morning.

Everyone’s keeping quiet, hiding away.

The sun’s not here to reveal the faces

of the zombies crying in the darkness.

The sun’s not here to reveal me to them

but the sound of my breathing will anyway.

The dirty streets and run down buildings

are free from the booze and the parties now,

the party’s over forever. I just run to stay alive.

The zombies are ever hungry, ever waiting,

gotta keep your head down, keep quiet

keep your finger on the trigger of your rifle.

At least with zombies, it’s never personal,

just hunger and instinct.

Not like the living, who hate and steal

and will do it just because.

Let me die by hunger and instinct.

Don’t let evil catch me. Don’t let the devil win.

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