(aha, I bet almost no one got my hints! Enjoy the surprise ending!)
I woke up sweating and coughing, unable to breath. I saw four figures huddled over me. . . It's it's... Rico! Kowalski! Private! Amber! Their alive!
"I'm- your- we- we aren't dead!" I yelled.
"no, but bạn almost drowned in your own fit of coughing. bạn ok?" kowalski asked.
"yeah, fine, your not zombies, so," I said.
"but bạn coughed blood on nmy face!" amber complained. I saw the red staines on her feathers.
"wait, so, so it was a dream? All the the zombies?" I asked.
"is that why bạn kicked me in the chest?" private asked.
"oh, uh, yeah. About that... Me and amber kinda killed the zombified versions of bạn three. Then we died of the same disease that killed bạn all. Hehe." I explained.
"hm. It's funny. I remember the same exact dream. All of us died. Except skipper."
Turns out we all had the exact same nightmare. But each one's cut off when they died. As did mine.
It's funny, how thing like this happen.
But I guess it's what it is.
[ Monday morning, 6:00 am]
I woke up, happy and smiling, glad to be alive, but even happier that the world wouldn't be over taken bởi zombies. Then the other four got up.
"ugh! I hate Monday mornings!" ambe exclaimed.
"I know." kowalski said, "they make me slow!"
Amber stuck her arms straight out, "yeah, like a zombie!"
Hmm. . .
THE END?
I woke up sweating and coughing, unable to breath. I saw four figures huddled over me. . . It's it's... Rico! Kowalski! Private! Amber! Their alive!
"I'm- your- we- we aren't dead!" I yelled.
"no, but bạn almost drowned in your own fit of coughing. bạn ok?" kowalski asked.
"yeah, fine, your not zombies, so," I said.
"but bạn coughed blood on nmy face!" amber complained. I saw the red staines on her feathers.
"wait, so, so it was a dream? All the the zombies?" I asked.
"is that why bạn kicked me in the chest?" private asked.
"oh, uh, yeah. About that... Me and amber kinda killed the zombified versions of bạn three. Then we died of the same disease that killed bạn all. Hehe." I explained.
"hm. It's funny. I remember the same exact dream. All of us died. Except skipper."
Turns out we all had the exact same nightmare. But each one's cut off when they died. As did mine.
It's funny, how thing like this happen.
But I guess it's what it is.
[ Monday morning, 6:00 am]
I woke up, happy and smiling, glad to be alive, but even happier that the world wouldn't be over taken bởi zombies. Then the other four got up.
"ugh! I hate Monday mornings!" ambe exclaimed.
"I know." kowalski said, "they make me slow!"
Amber stuck her arms straight out, "yeah, like a zombie!"
Hmm. . .
THE END?
This is my very first poem... please don't laugh
Feathers of grey, eyes of blue and green
She is around
ngày in, ngày out always following orders
without doubt. She works so hard everyday
without rest, Always tired bởi the end of the ngày and hiển thị her team she is strong.
Can she fight, can she fight? can she win?
I think she can, I think she can. She has feelings of tình yêu for another
on the team with a mowhawk of onyx and eyes of blue.
All in all, she is a fellow soldier. A fellow cammando who is merely doing her duty
She is a soldier of combat with strengths that run deep, a protector of her friends, her team...
Feathers of grey, eyes of blue and green
She is around
ngày in, ngày out always following orders
without doubt. She works so hard everyday
without rest, Always tired bởi the end of the ngày and hiển thị her team she is strong.
Can she fight, can she fight? can she win?
I think she can, I think she can. She has feelings of tình yêu for another
on the team with a mowhawk of onyx and eyes of blue.
All in all, she is a fellow soldier. A fellow cammando who is merely doing her duty
She is a soldier of combat with strengths that run deep, a protector of her friends, her team...