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This Plague of Days Season One (The Zombie Apocalypse Serial)

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by Robert Chazz Chute


  Of lost love and butter creams

  Tonight we dream of claws and teeth

  Tomorrow's for the promises we'll fail to keep

  We are all gods in some small way

  But Chaos rules The Last Cafe.

  Season 1, Episode 2

  Here we sit in The Cafe of Despair

  God doesn't mind dirty tables and broken chairs

  At the end of the world and miles away

  No wine, no roses, no time to play

  Mourning what we had

  Roast together: Ugly, Good and Bad

  Pay the Piper's Cost

  Remember all you've lost

  These are the lessons of Despair's Cafe

  Pray all you want in our final days

  An army rises and the dead will have their way.

  Season 1, Episode 3

  Zombies are the New World Disorder

  Making history and the future poorer

  Let go of what you know

  Secrets hide where ghosts go

  The chain of food is upside down

  Now rabid wolves wear the crown

  Human jaws become monsters' maws

  The Ungrateful Living face new laws

  Return to the beginning, man to animal

  Human sacrifice and bloody ritual

  The virus spreads, making evil minds

  Big Brother lies and denies

  But The Zombie Queen claims her prize.

  Season 1, Episode 4

  Run fast from the zombie horde

  Pack your memories, grab a sword

  When they come for us, hungry and re

  Don't bother hiding under the bed

  God's an absent father to a quiet son

  Nowhere to hide, few places to run

  Zombified, carrier or in the ground?

  Wolves howl louder when food's around

  Take your reward for the struggle of life

  Death by disease or salvation by the knife?

  Season 1, Episode 5

  Here we sit in Death's Cafe

  We are the zombie's reluctant buffet

  The deepest wounds are those unseen

  Between what we were and where we've been

  Be killed or kill in days like these

  Pray for God's mercy or the Red Queen's disease

  Say farewell to your comfortable home

  Goodbye to tea, clotted cream and scones

  The fruit of war, the wages of sin

  You don't yet know what it will take to win

  Or even half of the trouble we're in

  Save your strength for the fight

  Use your rage. Defy the night.

  For more of the Plague of Days Serial

  About the Author

  Acknowledgements and Dedication

  Reader Bonus

 

 

 


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