Untitled by Joe Kennett.
A walk through the woods
On a sunny afternoon.
What could go wrong?
I am alone.
It is growing darker.
The wind begins to sigh and moan.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
The leaves of the tall trees are rustling.
Their rustling sounds grow louder.
Are the trees moving on their own?
The trees are coming alive!
Alive with The Dead.
Just kill me now.
THE DEAD GAME