Zombies vs Ziggurat

I have awakened, coming to the realization that we undergo the equivalent of a Zombie Apocalypse annually on the exact same calender date. Fortunate for you, it is solely once per year instead of every night which these things emerge from the depths of their lairs.

Dawn marks the moment of their appearance, zombie-like underlings salivating at the mouth, tattered disguises and bags to tote their mass captured loot. Instincts tell these devils that their fodder lies within each house. Homeowners try in earnest to deter the buggers with skeletons, jack-o-lanterns and other assorted variations of voodoo hocus-pocus; how vain it truly is. Behind locked doors and closed curtains I hide deep within the confines of my dead house. The dreaded knocking announces their arrival and demands. The weaker-willed vagrants leave my front hall way void of their callings, while the more persistent dare to knock again.

In my ziggurat I could survive a dozen fort-nights, enduring wave after wave of zerglings, yet that would be tiring. On this damned be night I lay in wait, dog by my side and ps3 controller (with dual barrel semi-auto shotgun loaded on COD WaW of course) in hand, for the minions to be summoned to return by the parent beast or else the break of day chase them away with blinding light.

I move forward for I am Legend,
~Chiko!