Zombie killa (Here you go)

The putrid smell of rotting flesh seeping into the air as I slide my mask on.

The filthy streets I walk past littered with dead bodies.

Their dead corpses a home for the creatures who scurry across the floor,The flies buzzing around making it hard to think.

No one is here. The faces of families and children stare at me with hopeless eyes.

The rest of them are gone.

What is there left in the world?

Am I the only one left? 

This mask hides the constricting odors that threaten to take me over, killing everything else in my path.

I am the only one left to fight for our freedom.