Pursuit of Nightmare

I'm afraid the dead don't shuffle,

In actual fact they run.

So therefore we must sprint in turn,

Look out here they come.

…

Their stench comes out ahead of them,

My lungs are gripped with pain.

But from looking back at screaming horde,

In that I'll refrain.

…

A survivor falls down beside me,

I leave him to the dead.

My own survival must come first,

Yet his screams stay in my head.

…

You can't outrun a nightmare,

You can't create a dream.

No escape from reality,

From horror so obscene.

…

And now I've reached a dead end,

And in turn the horde comes.

No escape from grizzly fate,

Because the dead don't shuffle…

...

They run.

A/N

While this poem is my own creation, I feel obligated to make it clear that it was inspired by the Left 4 Dead-themed song The Dead Don't Shuffle. Such a line was used here as well. Definately worth a listen/watch IMO, along with the rest of Miracle of Sound's repitoire.