The Ninth Night

I woke up in a world, it was bright as day.

The sky was so blue, not a single bit grey.

Instructions etched in my head, I knew what to do.

Get food, weapons, armour, and of course shelter too.

Dawn reached its end, the First Night begun.

It was kind of peaceful considering I was on the run.

The Second Night was better, I had a place to sleep.

No monsters came to kill me, none even gave a peep.

The Third Night came quickly, I wasn't quite prepared.

A group of zombies ambushed me like they didn't even care.

The Fourth Night was restless, bound by chains to a wall.

Trying to sleep was difficult, as all I heard was the zombies' call.

The Fifth Night was scary, as I made my escape.

Got out of the cave, jumped from a cliff into a freezing lake.

The Sixth Night was great, I finally returned home.

I made my bed, painted my armour a beautiful nice chrome.

The Seventh Night was dangerous, I planned my revenge.

I would find the cave, murder those zombies and of course avenge.

The Eight Night was mysterious, I couldn't see a thing.

I was in a sack, blinded and couldn't talk or sing.

The Ninth Night was the worst, I was stuck in Hell.

''I am lost. Will I survive? Nobody can tell.''

The Tenth Night - I was being chased.

I had no clue how to behave.

"Curse those damn zombies!"

I say, in my burning hot grave.