Sparkus-Clark

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I reloaded weak and weary, Over many a limb of zombie and other curious bits of gore. There I bandaged, neatly wrapping, suddenly there came a tapping, As if some infected rapping, rapping at the safe room door. "'Tis some survivor" I muttered "tapping at the my safe room door- Only this, and nothing more." So I picked up the auto-shotgun and an extra pistol, as I already had one, Stuffed in my belt alongside the pipe-bomb that I had found on the second floor. Then from the door, I was retreating and I shouted forth a greeting "I am glad of this chance meeting, shall I open up once more? Please re