Nearly a year passed since the start of the undead plague
she’s been on her own since
in an empty house, in a not-so-empty neighborhood.
she decorated the dead tree with handmade ornaments
made from cereal boxes;
took the last can of Spam as her treat for the white bearded man
and placed the plate on a table beside the sofa.
With a bat in hand, and the sounds of death rattling at the front door,
she fell asleep on the dusty furniture
in front of the cold, stoned hearth.
Rustling sounds awoke her
with a great start,
as she swung the bat through air,
a voice sounded,
a voice so beautiful and warm
it caused her eyes to sprang open;
she stared at the not-so-frightful sight.
A chubby man dressed in a red suit
stood before her;
she blinked and swinted
thinking she’d died already or just dreaming
but saw that this was no dream
he was really real!
He held out his hand,
“Come, let me take you to a wonderful place.”
In a blink of an eye, she found herself
on the roof-top
where a sleigh and eight reindeer stood waiting.
Santa, beside her now, smiled;
a smile she’d thought never would form on her lips again,
she returned with glee.
Note: This story has been renamed to “The Last Child” and a video portion of this story can be found here.