The neighbors seem so vivacious As they mull about outside my window, Sun kissing their skin. The mothers cling to their children, And sweat clings to the aching muscles of workers As they bustle, Hustling mattresses out of the house And building supplies in. We exchange cautious smiles As I sit here in the staleness of my room, The monotony of this routine. They are so alive. I wish I was too.
When I say Zombies ate my neighbors, I'm not talking about a video game. Zombies ate my neighbors and I'm one of the Zombies who is to blame. Because my family and I are undead, it put us in very bad moods. My family and I croaked because our neighbors poisoned our food. A big corporation was going to pay top dollar for every house on the block. But when my family and I refused to sell, the neighbors were angry and shocked. I wouldn't sell the house that I've lived in since I was five. And that is why my wife and kids and I did not survive. Our neighbors had a barbecue and my family and I ate the food that they grilled. But we wouldn't have touched the food if we had known that we would be killed. My family and I have risen from the grave, we have green skin and are zombies. When our neighbors saw us, they ****** their pants and cried for their mommies. Our neighbors killed us because money was something they thought they'd gain. When we had our homicidal neighbors for supper, we started with their brains. Our greedy neighbors killed us and we returned the favor. Stay away from my family and I because human flesh is what we savor.