Poem -

Apacolypse

A low grumble infiltrates the air

The smell of rotting flesh and blood

it surrounds me

i walk leisurely to a police car

to far now, to go back

The sirens go off

i start to panic looking everywhere but where i should

The police car

a gun 

a knife

and a helpless dog

a dog? my mind is 

too many places

where my mind is 

then which it should be

i open the car door and slide in the back seat

the dog is fully snarled and shaking

it lunges at me 

i closed my eyes and in a second

the dog is out the window

i failed

i trusted something inevitable to my survival 

crap!

theirs a gun and a syringe

my body instinctively goes for the gun

but i chose the syringe

It looks like morphine some type of tranqualizer 

maybe

i take my chances and 

stab it in the inside of my thigh 

i slowly feel its warm heat run through my veins

it hits my heart the hardest my head

feels like 60 pounds

i lay down

surrounded by the living dead

i hear a faint noise 

a dog? 

again he's come back 

but why 

my head is no longer in my control and 

as it slumps over the steering wheel 

I see him 

It's dark 

and it smells like 

my dads old aftershave

i hated it 

that wakes me up

Hes tall and does'nt look

anything like my age

but hes amazing

i can't stop staring

i thought i was dead

 forsures 

i drift back after all this thought

i wake up what feels like several days later which is only hours 

he's fixing something

i don't recognize the where i am

im warm, really warm

that dog is curled up

laying in my stomach

that dog...

he's smiling at me 

i can't help but to do the same

he puts his hands out

ITS MY NECKLACE!

I lost that after my husband 

left, he said it looked pretty

so here.

i start to tear up and he stands up

the dog rushes to his side

i think he said 

sir?

why is his name sir

i asked him what happened

he said my dog found you

i was a gonner 

i knew it 

you tried killing yourself

why? 

i told him i was sick of seeing people

die and 

i am stopped before i can speak

he gives me a gun

a gun?

anything but that

he gives me a backpack its relatively heavy

TBC. Next part coming out tomorow :3

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