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A fighting survivor

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Published: Jun 20, 2013

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Literature Text

I open the door on a sunny day
Brightness everywhere feeling the suns rays
A sense of danger thrives inside
Something is near I can't deny

I grab my gun and look around
It seems quiet, there are no sounds
Stepping outside I aim my gun
Ready to fire before I'm done

Cautious I am, aware and alert
Of my surroundings so I won't get hurt
From the things that groan in the night
Being in there presence is a unpleasant sight

Onward I go in search of survivors
I am always brave, I am a fighter
I have been through worse through many years
Of incidents and attacks so I show no fear

I yell for ones who are still alive
Survivors out there I must find
No one in sight I may be alone
The last one here, but the monsters still roam

A horde of them dash in a haste
Towards me they come, my heart starts to race
I stand my ground and fire away
Bullets flying everywhere, they start to decay

My last bullet used on one
Out of ammo I now must run
I flee from the horde trying to survive
Trying to save my own life

A deceased cop with ammo on the floor
I grab the supplies and take refuge in a store
A sense of safety gives me joy
Those things out there, they must be destroyed

Day falls and night rises
I sit on the ground and let out a sigh
Memories from my past begin to haunt
Returning, unwanted, they begin to daunt

Raccoon city I remember the place
Made me who I am, I remember the date
September 29, 1998 the day I began
My life as cop but ended not as planned

Became a agent and spent many years
Being trained and taught, and vanquishing my fears
Raccoon city was a sad and tragic
Leaving many lives lost and many in panic

From there on I become a trained agent
Highly skilled and intelligent
Throught many assignments and missions I have done
I lost some friends through battles unwon

I gained some enemies that I did not want
Causing me pain and giving me daunt
I try my best to save the ones in need
Of help and rescue they yell and plead

Still in this store waiting for day
Remaing unafraid but hoping I'll be saved
From this nightmare I'm reliving
And the terror the zombies are giving

I will survive I know I can
This day did not go as planned
I am agent Leon Kennedy and I know
B.O.W.S will continue to grow

Who knows how long it will be
When bioterrorism will just end and flee
I am a survivor, I kill the living dead
I will fight and last until the end

Just a random poem I thought of. Talks about Leon Kennedy from Resident Evil. He ends up in another bio terroist attack and trys to survive from B.O.W.s aka zombies. While searching for survivors a horde of zombies comes his way. He takes saftey in a nearby store but ends up being haunted by unwanted memories from his past. Feeling like he is reliving the same thing that happened many years ago. Remembers how he ended his duty as a rookie cop and began his life a a highly trained agent. He wonders if these attacks will someday come to a end. But he promises that he won't stop fighting and trying from saving ones in need of help and putting an end to these disasters.
Hope whoever reads this poem like it!!!