Haiku Apocalypse

Rubble filling towns
long after the last bombs dropped.
A desolate land.

I am the only one.
Society is a myth.
How long can I last?

Mutated foes lurk;
Sapient twisted remains.
Down to my last clip.

Broken through the door…
Humanity’s final stand.
Blam, blam, blam, click-click.

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