Seeing as the Survivor and Infected prologues are already “taken”, I decided to put my creative writing skills into something completely different: Four Limericks for Four Survivors. (And the largest amount of for/fours in one Boomercharged sentence). And after retaining these monstrocities for many weeks, I have, as of today, decided to release them onto the public.
<Bill>There was a survivor I once met,
Who happened to be a war vet.
I knew him as Bill,
But then he got killed,
Yet he held on to his cigarette.
<Zoey>We decided to take a breath,
As only three of us were left.
There was a noise shrill,
Louis took his pills,
And found that Zoey bound playerdeath.
<Francis>A black-vested man joined our escort,
To reach the military fort.
But when it was dire,
And we needed fire,
He declared he hates the airport.
<Louis>Louis heard a terrifying wail,
That came from a zombie so frail.
He just had an itch,
To disturb the Witch,
And now we carry him in a pail.
Alas, we draw to a close. But worry not! For the second act is yet to come, where the zombies get their fifteen minutes that they deserve. And now, I flee.
