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I came to rescue

I came to kill zombies

To end this situation

Armed to the teeth

What do I find?


There is nothing to do

To many of them

Not enough of me

They are focused

I sit behind the dumpster

Spying and waiting

Not to save

But to escape

Shamed by my inabilities

I saw the few living

What could I do?

Wallow in my self loathing

I slide into my car

Tears of shame on my cheeks