Confusion and Trapped:
When the attack/plague first takes place, and zombies begins roaming the streets looking for fresh juicy brains. In the beginning, confusion would play a major role in separating people from loved ones, forcing people to leave places and friends behind suddenly. Some very paranoid people might kill the un-infected out of confusion. Being confused and scared would lead many of us to make less than ideal decisions about hide-outs, and places to “hold up”. In a lot of case people will become trapped, trapped alone in some office building. In rare and unfortunate case people will be trapped with the undead in close quarters, for those that manage to survive in and around the the reanimated corpse... god speed.
“Zombie outbreak
Quarantine, locked in a room
It’s safe here
This is for your own protection
Minutes pass you here screaming
Then you hear the moans
They are coming
People huddle to the back
One way in, one way out
Trapped like rats” (Trapped like rats, line 1)
This passage really stresses the horrors of being trapped alone, and having to listen to everyone you were just with and around die.
Over whelming fear and loss of hope:
After the initial shock and confusion of a zombie attack begins to settle down an over whelming fear replaces confusion. Once your mind can finally get wrapped around deceased and dismembered friends and relatives returning from the dead with a primal hunger for brains. The reality of whats just happen sets in and drives you mad, imagine being the only “living” human left on your block. Imagine running for your life and being chased by your own children covered in blood and foaming at the mouth. Being the only breathing organism, surrounded by the undead hope seems a distant and unreal concept.
“there were bodies lying in the streets -
many belonging to those who chose killing themselves
over infecting loved ones.” (The End of the World as we Know It, line 2)
Its hard to imagine how hopeless it must feel to have all your loved ones turned to undead mindless homicidal maniacs. The above passage paints a picture of very hopeless people turning to dark and desperate solutions. Maybe all the confusion and all the feelings of being trapped seemed like better times in these dark days.
“Cursed land, decimated by time
Human life has been picked clean
Swamp filled with bodies
Re-animate to devourer
Eat alive all who step foot in this land
There is no hope for survival
They have mindless hunger in their eyes” (Zombie land, line 1)
Fighting Back:
Once all the confusion and disarray is over, once you have escaped your sub par hide-out and moved on to better shelter. You begin to realize whats happened and the adrenaline from all the shear panic and fear begins filtering out of your blood stream. An uncontrollable loss of hope is closely fallowed by anger, and the need for revenge. After the dust settles it is time to make a stand to quit running and start slaughtering the undead hordes. Many of us will attempt to make barricades that will do no more than to slow the attackers down. None of us will find or have enough ammunition but that's why we all need machetes and chain saws. Try to make a plan try not to back yourself into a corner.
“Fighting off zombies in the dark of night
Guns blazing and bodies dropping
Wondering if we'll make it out alive
Running for our lives, never looking back” (Zombie attack, line 1)
Becoming a Zombie:
Up to this point the poems have explored some of the feelings assocated with being attacked by zombies and trying to survive a zombie attack. We now have a better idea of what it feels like to have everything changed instantly and drastically and for the worse. Maybe the most terrifying FACT about zombies, is that no matter how many times you escape with your life, one day or dark night you will become one of the monsters that you have been running from.
“They tug and pull and rip and tear until something vital between gives way.
I mercifully drift into the darkness beyond, praying this be but
the most horrific of dreams...” (Ode to Hunger, line 22)
This passage really paints a vivid picture of how horrible and painful it must be to be consumed by a pack of hungry zombies. Which is exactly how it feels to have all the things your running from catch up with you. At this point in real life people fix things, drug addicts get help the underdogs learn about the goat trails behind the Hot Gates from a hunchback. This is where my favorite part begins, corpses rising from the dead with a burning lust for human brains.
“Eyes once a treasured gem Now you have no use for them
Trapped inside our death cage
Like gladiators against the lions rage
Waiting for death to solemnly claim
the soul it owns it has no name” (Zombie Apocalypse, line 20)
Wondering the endless mazes of broken down cars and S.U.V.'s in search of living brains, is quite possibly the worst way to spend the after life.
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