Summer's End
"There is nothing wrong" he said, as he paced across the floor.She knew it was happening again.
He would hear things that weren't there, like a knocking at the door.
She knew he was going off the deep end.
It all started one summer night, when he returned back from the base.
The town folk still talk about it today.
The tale that they call Summer's End, a story filled with gore and hate.
It's just so obscene that some dare not say.
The government tried to keep it secret, but the word spread like wildfire.
They were just conducting experiments.
Making a top secret concoction, a weapon of mass destruction.
Their guinea pigs were local residents.
They used Mother Nature to deliver, to observe it's deadly effect.
The poisonous cloud hung overhead.
Above the unsuspecting residents, of the remote town called Summer's End.
Now known as the land of the living dead.
The chemical came down upon them, in the form of acid rain.
Poisoning the town's water supply.
Layers of skin literally fell from bones, mutating into rabid zombies.
Flesh hungry monsters with bloodshot eyes.
The story has it that the town folk, are still confined to their eternal hell.
Now, the government's secret weapon.
And the soldiers that participated, have been subject to insane delusions.
The sights too intense to dwell in.
They see the dead walking among them, hear loud banging and evil growls.
As evil visions fill their every sight.
Insomnia sets in for fear of sleep, that the mutants may escape and attack.
They must be alert and prepared to fight.
Insanity quickly follows and, the demon soon invades their minds.
The paranoia too intense to stand.
Attacking all who are around them, acquaintances, family and friends.
Replicating the horrors of Summer's End.
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