They fly against the Town Hall.
Our shelter from the storm.
They’ve found us.
Windows break.
Glass rains upon us.
The end has come.
Too soon.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
BROKEN GLASS
shelter
THE END IS HERE
They fly against the windows.
Trying to enter the Town Hall.
Our shelter from the storm.
They’ve found us.
Windows break.
Glass rains upon us.
The end has come.
THE DEAD GAME
A CANOPY
(Source: travel-story)
The sun peeks through
a canopy of leaves.
A blanket of flowers
covers and protects me.
They shelter me with
their petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green
touch my skin.
The perfect spot for the weary.
SEEK SHELTER
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The sky rumbles its pain.
The clouds shout out in vain.
The water bubbles hot.
It won’t forget you not.
Run from the hot flames of hail.
Try to hide to no avail.
Seek shelter from the storm.
This will be the new norm.
The Dead now run the town.
Chin up and dare not frown.
We must bow to their favor.
While we wait for our Savior.
THE DEAD GAME
SNOW IN FLORIDA?
The house waits in the cold
in the deepening snow.
Snow in Florida?
Brutal winds charge against it.
Icicles hang from it.
It holds strong and steady.
It waits for us
to give us shelter in the storm.
A dry place for fun and games.
What kind of games you make ask?
Deadly games of The Dead & gone.
Creatures in the walls.
A vampire’s family trapped in the tunnels
beneath End House.
We’re waiting.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
HELL HAS ARRIVED
HELL HAS ARRIVED
Darkness is approaching.
The Dead are walking.
The storm is gathering speed.
Tree limbs and debris fly by.
Heavy rains pummel the streets.
It’s too late for us.
We must find shelter.
Hell has unleashed its demons
And they’ve come for us.
Run!
THE DEAD GAME
TAKE ME TO THE CHURCH
Take me to the church.
The town’s on fire.
Hell has let loose its demons.
Take me to the church.
The Town Hall has lost its windows.
The Dead are taking over the town.
Take me to the church.
I refuse to become one of The Dead.
We must run for shelter.
Take me to the church.
Hell is raining down upon us.
Creatures are stalking us.
Take me to the church.
It stands no more.
Gone in a puff of smoke.
Take me away from here.
Amen.
THE DEAD GAME
RUN FOR SHELTER
Run for shelter.
Take cover.
Our picnic is over.
The storm is coming closer.
The waves are growing taller.
The palm trees are waving their branches.
The weather was perfect.
Now the heavens have opened.
Lightning is flashing across the sky.
Followed by loud rumblings of thunder.
We must we get to the Town Hall in time.
Those are rooftops flying over our heads.
What else can happen?
Find out in THE DEAD GAME.
Kindle
Nook
A HAVEN NO MORE
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A peaceful town.
High-pitched chirping
Slices through the silence.
The town hall offers
Shelter from the storm.
Hail flies in the increasing winds.
Rooftops sail past them.
We run through the hall’s doors
On the wave of a tidal storm.
Darkness greets us.
Flapping sounds surround us.
Windows shatter.
Flying creatures stream in.
Human faces on furry bodies.
This night the town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME
FROM NEAR AND FAR
Faust (1926), dir. F. W. Murnau
They’re coming in for a fight.
Creatures from near and far.
All descending on one small town.
Oasis, Florida, will fall tonight.
Linda and her friends run to the Town Hall.
They hope for shelter from the storm.
Soon the tall windows will shatter.
The bricks crumble to the ground.
The Father holds tight to his grimoire.
Will he be able to save the residents?
Oh no!
They’re here!
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 