Point Paradise Apartments Part one of three. The stairs creak and moan, but I ignore them as I grip the railing. I'm not afraid of the dark; there's nothing to be afraid of here. Only shadows and emptiness.

The Well We were out scavenging for supplies, When we came across a small group of survivors. They were desperate and offered us fresh food, In exchange for help fixing their well. We worked together to

These are two poems about dealing with bandits trying to steal our newly found scavenged supplies one night. Bandits Creep and Crawl In the night, when all is still, the bandits creep and crawl. They want

The night sky is dark The stars are not shining And the moon is in hiding For the city we call home, it's falling apart People are dying by the dozen From sickness and disease We need medical supplies

In the dark of night, through broken streets and falling debris, I search for medical supplies to bring back to my city now in shambles. The hospitals are empty and the pharmacies are all closed as our

The supply run cache is always a worry, the thought of what might befall us on the way. But adding a small first aid kit to our haul makes it feel just that little bit safer. We examine the contents, a

As I peer through the shattered glass, I hope to find a way out. But all I see are shelves of rusted cans, And piles of garbage that overflow. What kind of supplies will I find? I have no idea. But I'll

Leaving in search of supplies. I've been waiting for this day The day when I can leave the safety of home And venture out into the world To find what may be left Of those who once called it home. I've

The water is up to my knees And the shore is just a memory Now I must walk on through this flood To find what's left of my city But the air tastes like salt and death And all around me there's wreckage

I watch the cricket As it hops about In search of sustenance But I know what will happen If I don't get my hands on it soon The cricket will become my meal And I'll be able to savor its flavor With a

A poem about a stew... Insect, carrot, and potato stew With a few worms thrown in for fun. The bugs will be crunching happily, The carrots will be sweet and tender, And the potatoes will be soft and starchy.

Learning the art of ration bars, from an elderly woman who's seen it all. She tells us stories of a time when every day was a struggle, and food was scarce. Now she teaches us how to make them with ease,

Cold and Hunger Sleep, my friend, is hard to find in this city With the cold and hunger everywhere you look But we must stay strong for when the sun comes back out We will rebuild this broken city once

This is a poem about the narrator scavenging and surviving off random bits of "food" that has been left over after the fall of the City of Lazarus. The people that decided to stay, or those that

In the darkness, I am lost. The city is crumbling around me, And all that remains are the shadows of people long gone. The only light in this dark world is the one That burns in my heart--and it's slowly

This crumbling school house, once proudly standing tall, now lays in pieces on the ground. Local children are hard at work building it back up again. But this time, it will be everlasting. For they know

Fate led me to this forsaken place, And I found a poor dog wandering the halls. His fur was matted with dried blood, And his eyes were dull and distant. He appeared to have been hurt quite badly, But he

The sunken coast highway, Cut off from the rest of the world, Is a desolate and forsaken place. Only the ghosts of those who have gone before, And the vultures that follow in their wake, Survive on this

As I wander the city streets In search of sustenance I spy the scraps of food And eagerly begin to scavenge. The smell of sour dumpsters Into my nose it rushes And I can't help but feel disgusted But

Cold as a ghost Stonefall Street in the dingy fearful city, The wind whips through the broken window panes like vile spirits, Screaming for justice on a nightmarish world. The city lights seem so far away,