The Ninth Night

ru:Девятая ночь
I woke up in a world, it was bright as day.
The sky was so blue, not a single bit grey.
Instructions etched in my head, I knew what to do.
Get food, weapons, armour, and of course shelter too.
Dawn reached its end, the First Night begun.
It was kind of peaceful considering I was on the run.
The Second Night was better, I had a place to sleep.
No monsters came to kill me, none even gave a peep.
The Third Night came quickly, I wasn't quite prepared.
A group of zombies ambushed me like they didn't even care.
The Fourth Night was restless, bound by chains to a wall.
Trying to sleep was difficult, as all I heard was the zombies' call.
The Fifth Night was scary, as I made my escape.
Got out of the cave, jumped from a cliff into a freezing lake.
The Sixth Night was great, I finally returned home.
I made my bed, painted my armour a beautiful nice chrome.
The Seventh Night was dangerous, I planned my revenge.
I would find the cave, murder those zombies and of course avenge.
The Eight Night was mysterious, I couldn't see a thing.
I was in a sack, blinded and couldn't talk or sing.
The Ninth Night was the worst, I was stuck in Hell.
I am lost. Will I survive? Nobody can tell.
The Tenth Night - I was being chased.
I had no clue how to behave.
"Curse those damn zombies!"
I say, in my burning hot grave.
Category:Creepypasta
Category:Poems
Category:Poems
Category:Short Pastas