Here, have more zombies, says my brain.
We can’t leave the house, but that’s
All right. It’s a fairly big house, with
Windows that span whole walls, the glass
Making the space feel bigger
Than it is. And anyway, it’s the only place
We can be safe. You can see them
Beyond the glass, standing in the fields.
They won’t run for you if they can’t
Smell you, and even then they run
Slow. So we can open the door, even,
To let out the smoke from baking
Or feel the sun against our skin,
So long as we close it quick.
It’s night when the SWAT team comes,
Pushes past our matron, pressing guns
Into our faces. They say to bring
The suicides to the front, the people
Who in this ruined world want to die.
I’ve thought about it, but I don’t
Go, knowing before the most hopeless of us
Even step forward that this
Will be bad. The leader, crazed, lifts his gun
And shoots one boy’s head, screams at another
Girl, is this what she wants?
She cries and shakes, and somehow the rest
Of us get in the way.
We kill them all, the SWAT team, for invading
Our space. Some of us even eat
The leader’s legs, which is
It turns out, a bad thing. He was
Infected, and now a girl
Languishes on a couch, no way of knowing
When she’ll turn, or how many other people
May pick it up from her.
There’s nowhere safe outside the glass
But I whisper to my bowl of fish
That tonight, I’ll try to leave