Zom bie or not Zom bie!

Eyes straining towards the horizon, feasting on desolation.
Wasteland upon wasteland.
Silence screams its presence and fixes itself in your head,
Quiescence hearing quiescence
The malodour of death pervades the toxic air filling scorched lungs,
Fetor senses fetor.
Through the stillness a sound…movement, rustling....
Softly at first……so softly..
You’re not alone…thank God….you’re not alone!
The sound now becomes disjointed… louder!…frantic!!…
Somewhere close by a howl invades the stillness - tormented, unearthly
invading the depths of your ravaged soul.
You’re not alone…oh please God NO…. you’re not alone..
Run, hide,move,move……now… NOW!!!
Paralysed with fear,..legs like stone, breath rasping through a sandpaper throat,
falling to the ground crawling, stumbling, vainly scratching the  dried earth...
Looking left, right, above, below,scanning for sanctuary….
Night falling quickly, daylight retreating  to a saner place.
Somewhere..ANYWHERE ..please now.. NOW..
You hear the sounds of the approaching enemy, crazy, rabid, raging.
The undead now command  these Badlands.
It’s easier to die than face the destiny of the undead,
but existence is a strong motivator, so you  keep propelling that broken body,
onwards ever onwards,
keep moving, keep searching, keep living....
towards a shelter....for now,
maybe just .......... for now,
but now is enough… to survive…….