The sounds of whispers echoed far and wide,
inside a cave the survivors did hide.
The humans fled in a chaotic race,
the town was left but an empty space.

Billy was just a mere soldier boy,
he held his gun as if it were a toy.
He was one of those who had survived,
from peace and food they were deprived.

He set out on his nightly crusade,
the zombie corpses he would evade.
He entered a cold and darkened street,
he smelled the stench of rotting meat.

He heard a cry of inhuman pain,
a zombie whore he would have slain.
He saw her sitting in the dark,
the dried up blood had left it's mark.

Her pale beauty was tainted red,
her eyes formed tears as she bled.
'Help me' She said in a ghastly voice,
he had to do it,
he had no choice.

He stood in fear and held out his hand,
'I cannot see, come closer' She did demand.
He stood back and thought as deep as he could,

if she was turning he'd kill her-
as he should.

He helped her up and held his gun,
she stared at him 'Let's have some fun'
She grinned and bared her yellowed teeth,
'You're a zombie!' He cried, 'You're from beneath!'

She clawed and cut his tender skin,
the pain and death would soon sink in.

He pointed his gun at the bitch's head,
and Bang Bang bang!
He shot her dead.

He felt his stomach twist and turn,
inside the zombie venom did burn.
He raced towards the survivor cave,
to get inside- he had to behave.

He did not wish to die that night,
he had to lie and hide his fright.

He felt his brain turning mushy and dumb,
his flesh had turned completely numb.

His heart was slowing to a deadly pace,
he had to reach the safety place!

His teeth and face became a ghastly sight,
as his eyes dimmed to a ghostly white.

He ran inside and closed the door,
he smelt fresh blood and wanted more.
His hunger drove him quite insane,
he wanted to hear them scream in pain.

He saw his sister by a fire,
the others were on a rock much higher.
They smiled and greeted his return,
they had no thought that they might burn.

His lust for flesh became much stronger,

he dropped his toy - could not wait much longer.
He burst into a frantic rage,
unleashed himself like a beast from a cage.

He painted the walls with dark red blood,
he swallowed most,
enjoying the flood.

He danced in the gore-bloody mess,
they all had died-
he could not care less.

He quenched his hunger for human meat,
he left the cave silent and neat.
The whispers echoed far and wide-
he had ravaged the whole country side.

The human race would be no more,
they were just zombies out for gore.