Once upon a midnight dreary, while I reloaded weak and weary,
Over many a limb of zombie and other curious bits of gore.
There I bandaged, neatly wrapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As if some infected rapping, rapping at the safe room door.
"'Tis some survivor" I muttered "tapping at the my safe room door-
Only this, and nothing more."
So I picked up the auto-shotgun and an extra pistol, as I already had one,
Stuffed in my belt alongside the pipe-bomb that I had found on the second floor.
Then from the door, I was retreating and I shouted forth a greeting
"I am glad of this chance meeting, shall I open up once more?
Please respond to my fair question, shall I open up once more,
For it is safe inside this door!"
Presently my fear grew weaker, but the sky grew ever bleaker,
"Sir" said I "or Madam, truly I can't believe there is one more.
As Francis and Bill have both died. Then Zoey fell, I wept, I cried,
I reached this room alone and sighed, then put my back against the door.