She is all alone, she is on the run
in the middle of the city, without a gun
so far she lives, but run out of luck
Her axe handle broke, no gas in the truck
No weapons, no friends, it look pretty bleak
Not to be found by an undead freak
To play hide and seek with very high stake
Not what she wanted, coming from the lake
She was camping, but now she is back
She finds everywhere death, just life is a lack
Radio says, there is a lifepocket that's safe
She is on her way, her feelings are chafe
To see her journey just do a click
She doges zombies, and that really quick
I want to write a poem for every day.
I feature some special Characters along the way.
I will along the way fulfill special requests.
If you have an unusual character I will try my best
I just hope they feel here at home
Just bring them, yeti giant maybe a gnome
Click on the pictures below to get to the poems of the specific character
I feature some special Characters along the way.
I will along the way fulfill special requests.
If you have an unusual character I will try my best
I just hope they feel here at home
Just bring them, yeti giant maybe a gnome
Click on the pictures below to get to the poems of the specific character
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