Zombie Fred: The Creation #zombiefred The dead stumble into the night, Empty graves left open, Under the moons eerie light, Shambling bodies, decaying and rotten. Screams of horror piercing the air, As the undead fill the town, Remorselessly hunting without care, Dragging their terrified victims down. Blood runs down the street, As they kill all that they see, The innocent nothing more than meat, For the horde of ravenous zombies. Friends becoming mortal foes, With just one infectious bite, As the horror and terror grows In the hell that has become their plight. Fear and agony in every shout, As the living fight for their last breath, Fire and gunshots ringing out As they fall to the infectious death. With a vengeful smile and soulless eyes, She watches the chaos spread, Savouring the ghastly innocent cries, A mistress of the walking dead. I watch in horror at Mr Fred, Oh why! Oh why!, To find out he is now dead. This is how he became Zombie Fred.