I was dead for ten years until yesterday They woke me up to tell me it's okay now I'm cured
My mission was to save as many as I could but I failed They tell me it's okay now I'm cured
She was maybe ten or eleven years old I tapped her on the shoulder told her that the helicopter was waiting for us she bit me They tell me it's okay now I'm cured
I spent a decade as a mindless cannibal I must have killed and feasted on hundreds if not thousands of people and I remember it all in detail
but They tell it's okay now I'm cured like it's Chicken Pox
Sanctuary 251 is a concept I have for a Post-Zombie-apocalypse tale that takes place ten years after the infection began spreading. People live "normal" lives in little towns with thick high walls called "Sanctuaries." There are several character poems I want to do from this concept.
Be sure to read the other poems in this series as well