It was fall,
when they came after us,
we had hid up in the tree lines,
but they were zombies after all,
hunger and a feasting deadline.
Suppose we couldn't hide,
no matter what we did,
firearm noise and small town raids,
our strategy aside,
we lay low,
the team did what I said.
We had our guns,
they came out of the forest,
I shot the slow ones,
I saved the last round for myself.