White Walker Christmas

T’was a week before Christmas and all was not well
Thanks to a Zombie outbreak the North Pole was hell.

Satellite footage sounded the alarm.
Response had to be quick to prevent any harm.

Our government knew that we had to act faster
In 28 days it would be a disaster.

The pentagon felt that the most prudent course
Was to stop the outbreak by attacking its source.

Their first counter measure in their effort to deal
Was to send in my team of 18 Navy Seals.

At 22 hundred we had reached our goal
And landed ourselves towards the edge of the pole.

The first challenge encountered was a science team turned.
We took them out quick and had ammo to burn.

The next challenge encountered was something to fear.
We ran into a herd of some undead reindeer.

Two of our men were taken down with a thud
As the reindeer stampeded and hungered for blood

I almost got gored but my team they cut loose.
They shot down those deer like they were hunting moose.

"Not bad," I commended. "My team’s full of heroes...
It is like our crew’s made up of Robert De Niros."

But an easy mission was not in the cards
Because after that things went from easy to hard.

We encountered small zombies dressed in green and red.
Though they looked much like humans they were elves instead.

Their legs were quite short but they moved really fast
The slow moving Zombies were things of the past.

In the blink of an eye they leaped on my team
I looked to my right and could hear a friend scream.

Before they were on me I rolled to the ground
And fired my shotgun blast round after round.

Lucky for me, my men followed suit.
They dodged elf attacks and continued to shoot.

We took some elves out but many were left
To keep fighting them would lead to certain death.

The elf demons had taken out half of our troop.
We quickly decided we had to regroup.

“Get to Santa’s Workshop” my Captain he cried.
“If we bar the doorway the elves won’t get inside!”

We rushed for the workshop and locked ourselves in
But this was not a battle we thought we could win.

Outside the elves pounded the doorway quite hard
We could hear Zombie groans chorus throughout the yard.

It was worse though because amidst the Zombie banter
We looked at the chimney and out came Zombie Santa.

If there was any doubt that he wouldn’t attack,
He grabbed one of our men and he made him a snack.

He didn’t stop there as the rest us reckoned
Because it was clear he was going for seconds.

Looking around there was nowhere to run.
All we could do was attack with our guns.

We pumped him with lead but he wouldn’t go down
This was one time I wished Santa wasn’t in town.

We all tried to scream and we all tried to shout
But slowly one by one, he took all of us out.

As St. Nick bit my neck and I gave a hard sigh.
It became pretty clear I was going to die.

The last thought I had as my world turned to white
Was that I’m feeling hungry I could use a good bite!

Written for "The Writing Dead" 
Word Count 564 Words