. Swaying, grunting, gnashing jaws. They push against the metal doors. Putrefaction fills the air with stench. I long for the heft of a trusty wrench. Their blood red eyes look through my soul. My very brain their likely goal. They shamble at me, shadows long. I hold my ground, I will be strong. The coffin rocks from side to side. I know my fate once they're inside. Trapped for some time or for forever. I will survive if I am clever. I slowly move toward the door And as they part I try to soar. I roll and stop below a sign And realise that my life is mine. I watch to see them whisked away, And live to see another day. 