Francis
Left 4 Dead found-poetry. With sincere apologies to Valve.
We walked a hundred miles
To fight five million vampires.
The old man wouldn’t leave one of us out there.
Just two of us left.
Shit.
This is turning into one of those days.
God is dead, huh?
I was just starting to like that guy.
The manager is down for the count.
Rest in peace, old man.
The whole damn city is on fire.
Good thing I’m indestructible.
I told I’d take care of you.
I told you I’d get us out of here
I ain’t doin’ so good.
I don’t mean to sound like a… sissy.
Any zombie fight you…
…Can crawl away from -
Means you won it.
But… I’m pretty hurt.
I hate walking.
I hate whispering.
I hate Ayn Rand
You know what I don’t hate?
My sweet shotgun. What’s so funny?
Posted on Thursday October 15th
