Nightfall

I watch the seconds,
Tick by.
The big hand,
Lands on the floor.
I look around,
With no fear,
And see no sign of hope.
Blown up buildings.
Decaying flesh.
Looking at it,
You wouldn't even guess,
That it was such a joyous city before.
What happened here shouldn't happen to anyone.
Not a single soul.
I take a breath,
Of the cool dawn air,
And watch the white fog leave my throat.
If Nightfall comes,
How would I survive?
No hope,
Faith,
Or even doubt.
I watch the sun rise,
A quarter of an inch.
Revealing everything.
All that were synched.
I see a distorted figure,
Scuffling towards my house.
Something cool,
Is pressing against my side.
The creature,
Bares it's teeth.
I touch the cool thing,
Pressing against me,
And pull it out.
Seconds must past,
Before I realize,
What I'm staring at.
A gun.
Its silver,
Glinting in the sun.
The creature snarls,
And advances with surprising speed.
the weight of the gun,
Weighs down my hand.
The creature,
Hops up the building,
Climbing towards me.
Fear spikes.
Temperature rises.
I straighten my arm,
Pointing the gun.
The creature jumps in the air above me,
With bared teeth and clawed fingers.
aiming at it's head,
I pull the trigger.
Blood splatters,
And it lands on top of me.
I roll out from under the thing,
Kick it off the roof top.
It falls eight stories below.
I rock back on my heels and wander,
How am I gonna survive until Nightfall