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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

SEARCHING THE AIRWAVES

ENTRY 420





SEARCHING THE AIRWAVES
(Bolivia, N.C.)
We have been back home for three days now.
It feels great to be back home with fresh supplies.
The trek was long and arduous,
We had to fight more creatures than we hoped too...
And I'm too tire to rack my brain for rhymes in this poem.
Marcus proved to be an invaluable member of the search party.
He has a real strong nose for sniffing out the things we need.
The batteries he found are a godsend,
The clothing he found has raised our spirits.
Even the dogs felt the good emotions we brought back home.
The one thing I regret about our last mission bugs me...
I'm torn up inside about the actions we could not take.
When I placed the batteries in my shortwave radio,
And I picked up the distress call from the guy named Zack...
I was heart broken we could not go back after him.
Our conversation with Zack was very cool, indeed.
He instantly bonded with Marcus because of their ages.
When we left the loaded zombie island,
To return home with our supplies....
We had to turn off the radios and concentrate on our escape.
Marcus has spent most of his time back home by the radio.
He is determined to make contact with Zack again.
I pray to god that a lonely 19 year old kid all alone,
Can continue to hold off the zombie hoard,
Until we find out a way to find out where he is located!
For now I will take the... wait a minute...
Marcus just yelled out a long and happy, "It's Zack, Dad!"
I must now put down this paper and pen...
I can imagine the happiness in my son's heart!
Looks like we might be planning another run into the heart of Wilmington!
I can already feel the resentment building in the women.
They hate defending the compound on their own.
But these treks into the unknown aren't fun.
The thought of being eaten alive is not joyous.
But we are humanitarians -- we do not leave innocent people to die!
Marcus is calling me again.
So, I'm going to not write for a time.
It is obvious... we will need to make plans...
To assault the city again and kill more zombies creatures...
And perhaps make more peace with god by saving another human.
SEM


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

TRAPPED ON A ZOMBIE PARADISE


ENTRY 417




TRAPPED ON A ZOMBIE PARADISE
(Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina)

We've been trapped on Wrightsville Beach for 9 days of sun and sand.
A hoard of zombies, 200 strong, chased us off the mainland.
We got our supplies and an adult drink for our blues...
We found a stock of batteries and new running shoes...
And we have holed up in a hotel fit for a rock band!
Wrightsville Beach was a North Carolina paradise...
White sand, warm water, beautiful chicks and summer merchandise.
Now the dead monster things fowl the awesome white sand,
The dead monster things now own all the land,
And now you couldn't even find a nest of field mice.
Marcus found the tee shirt shop on the second floor.
He and Richard returned dragging a huge box through the door.
Inside was food, drink and Marcus' new expression...
Two hatchets, shotgun shells and Marcus' new obsession...
Six tee shirts with this crazy zombie logo that will never bore!
We finally made contact with the camp yesterday.
The new batteries are full of charge that made our phones play.
We'll try to cross over the bridge tomorrow morn...
To plow our way back to the highway, back to our norm...
And get back to the women who will beg us to forever stay!
SEM