Tanar Wyatt

11/30/10

Mrs. Nixon

AP Literature

Modern Tale

The year is 4025 in the undead land of three unfortunate men

Who have managed to survive inside the undeads’ pen.
Each have never met before in the race of life
But they soon meet amongst all of the strife.
Each one stumbles across a boarded shack centered in a forest
Each individual decides to investigate just as a tourist.
But once inside the men are confused when they meet
They thought no one was left for the undead could not be beat.
A period of uneasiness ensued the men pertaining to their new companions
For who could know who is human and who is a Zombanion(zombie companion).
But once they decided each man was clean and safe
They decided it was better to team up than to be as a waif.
There was a mercenary, a man of sure skill
He started his career fighting the undead for gain and for thrill.
He was a tall, strong, and mighty man who could take
Out anyone or anything and that is no fake.
After years of violence and war and all of the gore
He realized he should be helping those escape the burden they all bore
He figured the undead could not be eradicated when
The women and children were inside the undead’s pen.
He travels the land searching far and wide
To find those in need whom he can hide.
He is recognized by many because of his reputation
As the man in a silver coat and skills of nonproliferation.
The second a mere teen of sixteen years
Who can be incompetent as he never uses his ears.
But lets give the kid a break on this matter
He is just a scared naïve teen who cant even make pancake batter.
He wears a coat of drab green he received from his dying mother
Who’s last words were to be careful and suspicious of any others.
The boy has no special skills and plays mostly on instinct
He tries to use his senses but they aren’t exactly in synch.
This boy is on his own with no one to guide him
And with his new companions things don’t seem quite grim.
Now the third, a family man, has quite a cloudy past indeed
His black hair is matted with dirt and grime just like his past steed
His clothes covered in blood and gore of human and undead alike
This man is intimidating as he carries around an iron spike
He has been rumored to have stayed with multiple refugee communities
Even though the smell of so many humans gives them away quicker than a mutiny
The family man, a quite ironic name as he has none, looks after numero uno
A quite skilled man he is because of his many encounters with the horde though
It is rumored he once threw a small child into a horde as bait
And once the infected were distracted he ran away very quick and straight
His teeth are very diseased and are beginning to sharpen up
Which gives the indication he has eaten much flesh, human or pup
Now these three men have nothing to do and have been
Inside their shack for three days shooting baskets into a bin.
Then the mercenary proposes that each night one of the men should
Tell a story so that their boredom may be eased. And tell stories they would
For each has memories of past stories told in movies or books
And the family man wishes to go first for his story has the looks
Of being original for he says it is of his own design
And so his story begins after he makes a quiet-down sign.

Once upon a time there was a handsome prince of Durain

He loved a princess and when he could not see her he felt pain.
So he set out on a quest to find once again the maiden
And ask for her hand in marriage and upon her head a crown he would laden
But the old prophet warned him against setting out on this quest for
There were other men that prospected after the maiden and did not care for the rich or poor
They are very powerful the old prophet said but the prince said no matter
For true love cannot be prevented no matter how thick the batter
The old prophet responded with thou art surely nuts
But the prince interrupted by saying I will not hear any buts
Then the prophet said as you wish my lord, don’t say I didn’t warn you
Good then, the prince said, I shall be on my way.
Soon along his quest the prince met an old decrepit woman who wished for aid
The prince being such a goody two shoes could not resist and took out a spade
And showed the woman it could be used to grow food
But she took the spade and smote the poor dude
And ran away with the spade and his pouch of gold
But the prince being too good said oh well she was just poor and old
So the prince doctored himself and continued with his quest
And met a cocky fellow who claimed that at everything he was the best
So the prince made a friendly challenge to the fellow
And said if the fellow refused he was surely yellow
So the fellow accepted the challenge to see who could shoot
An apple off of a nearby tree the best and land it in a boot
So the prince stepped up to shoot and the fellow behind him drew his bow
And pulled back the string and released the arrow right into the prince’s big toe
The fellow then took the princes spare gold bag and ran off
The prince rationalized that the fellow had children to feed and did not deserve scoff
So the prince again bandaged himself and again set off to find his mate
He came upon the tower of his true love but yet there someone there with some bait
The man was short and wore a big black helmet, the prince thought he
Must be a fisherman on account of the bait and then had the urge to pee
When he came back the helmet man was wooing his soulmate
The prince enraged challenged the helmet man to a duel and led him through the dual gate
Where they were to fight to the death for the maiden’s love
The fight began and such swift and awesome sword fighting it was, even from above
Then the helmet man seemed to have twisted his ankle and could not recover
The prince being too good felt pity for the man and over the man he did hover
The helmet man exclaimed help me up so I can heal and continue our duel
The prince eager to fulfill any good deed helped the man and was about to feed him gruel
But the helmet man took a knife and thrust it into the princes throat
The prince was indeed surprised and thought maybe he desires her more than a goat
Maybe I am not meant for her, maybe it is better like this
The helmet man said, man you are dumb, and continued his dis
The prince died and the helmet man went to his future bride
And told her the prince was evil and had died.
When faced with great tasks you must never help out your fellow man
You must always look out for yourself first even if your friend’s name is dan
And you must never be too good because those that are too good
Are dumb compared to those who do whatever is necessary to win the food.