Ningen SUCKER

Reports showed riots all over the west
of unknown causes that plagued urban streets.
The violence was spreading despite all their best
efforts to hasten the riot's defeat.

Soon blatant violence had taken the land,
spread like a plague at the hands of our foes.
Just the mere touch of an infected hand
caused others to fight all those who opposed.

Now they have trapped us inside our own cell,
pleading for us just to open the gate.
Fainting and ill from the miasmic smell,
I reached for my weapon, but it was too late.

They poured in by hundreds through open doors.
I saw him, like Judas, letting them in.
We scrambled in vain for the upper floors
trapping ourselves like sardines in a tin.

We fought them for hours, with all our might
but slowly gave in with the failing light.

(still trying to write about a zombie apocalypse. i dont know if ill ever get one i like...)