The world is deserted, nothing left
Zombies everywhere, maybe it's for the best
But wait, a human? There's still one human left
Living all alone, in a zombie fest
But the monster is coming, the human cannot rest
The army is coming, slowly, from the west
The human must prepare, for what's next
Or he may become just like the rest
He rushes to get his supplies, on his desk
He has no time to see if they work, to test
The human runs, for his life, so he doesn't become less
Will he survive? I don't know, take a wild guess
I'm the last survivor, gotta watch out
For the zombie-fest, it is a big crowd
Of the undead, out to get me, I rouse
Something tells me to run, fast as a mouse
I hear the zombies, their loud sounds
Gather my supplies, and run, my steps are loud
Suddenly, they're surrounding me, I stand my ground
Zombies to the left, right, front, back, I'm on a mound
Creepin up to me, I shockwave, they're gone, they're pounded
I continue to run, and suddenly there is a house
I go inside, and supplies is what I found
I put em in my bag, I see a monster when I look out
He dashes out the door, the monster chasing him
As he's running, things are looking pretty grim
I catch my breath, and the monster claws and pins
Well, this is the end, suddenly, my bag rings
He manages to grab it, tears it open, the bag pings
The bag explodes, but after it all it still sings
I wake up, the monster gone, the bag still rings
I grab my phone, throw it on the ground, it stops singing
He gets up, looks around, he sees nothing
Continues to run, this is what the zombies bring
I don't know what to do, I think
This is how we live, in 2747 AD, just wing it