Boom

They stand all huddled by the door

As he steps forward inspecting the crowd

Boom

Another collapses to the floor

They all try there best to not make a sound

The goal is to not make your self a target

The goal is to survive

But one stands far from it

As the two lock eyes

He points the barrel at you

Beckoning you to stand

It is only the two

As she takes his hand

(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense. This poem is based on a book called **_this is where it ends_**. I highly recommend reading it!)