one last day of the infected.

Author's Note:

This is a continuation of 'The extermination begins.'


It's cold out today
White tears fall as the angel sob
It's cold out today
Cold enough to do the job


My bare feet crunches in the snow
As I make my short journey alone
I turn and look back to bid farewell
To my snow covered home


It's so quiet
Like the world ceases to move
But I know they're here
They're watching me, too


I come to a clearing
I hear them in the trees
They position themselves
Weapons aimed toward me
 

I hear the faint sounds of guns cocking
I smirk, they just don't know
I take the gun from my hip
And toss it in the snow


I undo my buttons slowly
And shrug my shirt to the ground
They watch, curiously, from the distance
But neither make a sound


I stand there vulnerable
Shivering, but determined
The men with the guns look at me from the trees
Where I stand in my bare skin


They have found me
Soon, the infected will too
I scream to the trees that the others couldn't have me
'And neither will you.'


I lay down in the snow
And stare up at the sky
I breathe in the blistering cold air
And reluctantly close my eyes


They watch me from their places
Until nightfall comes and goes
A finger falls soflty on my wrist
No pulse, they already know


I wasn't infected
Death was not coming soon
I wasn't dangerous
I was only immune


My sick family needed me
I felt no need to run
There was no cure, they soon got tired
And helped me load the gun


After that, my days were numbered by them
But I owned my own soul
My death would be by my hand
I was in control


I watched from the trees
Just before I ascend
The infected, in thousands
All stumble in


It's a battlefield, evil versus evil
As twisted as it could be
But my sympathy never comes
As they never had any for me