Three More Bullets

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

I hear them shuffling
In the hallway.
Moaning and growling
As they get closer.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

The door is locked
But will not last long.
When they start pounding,
The door will give.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

Heart is pounding,
As they get closer.
I can smell them,
Their horrid stench,
The smell of death.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots
And then I'm all done.

I place the barrel
To my temple.
I close my eyes,
My finger on the trigger.
I will die on MY terms.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
One mere shot,
And I could be all done.

I think of my wife,
My daughter.
How they died,
How horrible it was to watch,
As they were ripped
And torn to pieces.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done

I think of my son,
How scared he must be,
Alone, without me.
I pull the gun away,
And stare at the door.

Three more bullets,
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

I decide what to do,
I unlock the door.
I point the gun forward,
And stand there.

Three more bullets,
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

The first one comes in,
His jaw barely hanging,
His face half gone,
His eyes vacant.
I pull the trigger
And the first shot goes off.

Two more bullets,
Left in the gun.
Two more shots,
And then I'm all done.

The first falls to the floor,
A hole in his forehead.
The second comes in,
Eye socket empty.
It lunges forward,
And I fire again.

One more bullet,
Left in the gun.
One more shot,
And then I'm all done.

The second falls,
Hole for its empty socket.
The third shuffles in,
Larger than the two.
Guts pour from its stomach.
I aim and push the trigger.

No more bullets.
Left in the gun.
All were shot.
Now am I done?

The third falls with a thud,
A fourth and fifth come in.
I charge forward,
Gun held high.
I swing it hard,
Into fourth's temple.

No more bullets
Left in the gun.
All were shot,
But I am not done.

The fourth falls,
As the fifth lunges forward.
He knocks me to the ground,
And grabs my arm.
The fifth sinks his teeth in,
As the fourth stands back up.

No more bullets,
Left in the gun.
All were shot,
But am I done?

I struggle to throw
Fourth and fifth off me.
I think of my son
As I fight hard to survive.
Then I hear the shuffle
Of the others coming.

No more bullets,
Left in the gun.
All were shot,
And now I am done.

They killed me,
Consumed my flesh.
I rise again,
Just like the rest.
I think of my son,
And how good he must taste.

No more bullets,
No more gun.
No more shots,
I will never be done