THAT STUPID POEM!

I'm not sure if I blogged about this last year or not, but sonnet 18 is back to haunt me. AAAAAAAGHHHH!!
First my drama teacher assigned it too me for memorization (I did), then it came up in that creepy zombie book... now once again, it's haunting me. I used it for a poetry analasis today in English.
SOme people would say, "That's like a beautiful romantic poem right?"
Yeah, it is, but the line stands out to is not
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? or rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. No, it's Death brag thou wandrest in his shade
So... The Zombies will kill me before I turn eighteen. That's my conclusion. More disturbing is a dark story where I was the main characters, and I die, being shot by a friend rather then becoming a zombie myself. Here's the dark and gruesome tale:

Zombies
The cold steel pressed against my head, but it’s not as cold as the black ice that’s filling my veins, and not as terrifying as the hunger that threatens to rip to shreds from the inside. I stare into his angry purple colored eyes. How did I end up here?
~~~
Lucas walked in through the front door, dropping the crate he carried and shrugging out of his bloodstained coat. He sighed wearily. Lynn picked up the crowbar and went to work on the crate, prying it open and rummaging through the assortment of canned goods. There wasn’t much
“We’re going to have to move soon. It’s getting harder and harder to find any food,” Lucas said. “I have to go farther every time,” he fell tiredly onto to the deflated looking couch.
“Already?” Helena asked, joining Lynn in sorting through the little food we had.
“I almost had to leave the city to find that,”
“We should try to find a fort. They’re springing up all over the country,” Lynn said.
“The nearest one is Marc’s in Seattle,” Lucas said. “It’s too dangerous to go all the way.”
“You and Lynn should go,” I said. “Vampires can’t get infected,” before the zombies came, Lucas would have been angry at the mention of vampires. But keeping me, Helena and Lynn out of trouble seemed to have left him to tire even for that.
I laid my head on the cool glass and stared out the apartment window at the Golden Gate Bridge. Though it was July in sunny California, there was a heavy fog and constant light rain that was everywhere. Even though it was raining, the streets below were still crowded.
The blank faces of the living dead remained glued to their feet. They weren’t rotting or falling apart. They looked like regular (albeit tired and slow) people. But I knew that up close, they’re eyes would be gray and clouded over like the eyes of those who are dead. I never thought this would happen. I used to be the person who laughed at the words ‘zombie apocalypse’. Sometimes I hope I’ll wake up and realize this has all been a cheap Hollywood horror style nightmare. But this reality now. The computer screen lights up as we receive an email.
“Anyone want to get that?” Lucas said. I uncurled from where I sat and opened the email.
From: youridol#1@gmail.com
To: oxymoronman@gmail.com
Blackthorn,
Personally, I’m hoping the zombies will eat you before you get this   but just in case, I thought I should invite you the safe house up here. I think I‘m getting close to a breakthrough on this cure.
“It’s Marc,” I said. Lucas got up and glared at the email with a hint of his old valor.
“The moron,” Lucas said.
“He’s the only one who’s even gotten close to discover anything, as far as a cure goes” I said. “So he must have a brain somewhere,”
“Should we go?” Lynn asked. Lucas shook his head.
“It’s too risky,”
“You were just saying we’ll have to move soon anyway,” Helena said. “Driving will be safer once we’re out if San Francisco.”
“If Marc’s there they definitely have food,” I said. Lucas stared at the sparkling signature on the email.
“I have a bad feeling about this… but with you three… I can tell I’ve already lost this battle,” he shrugged. “Let’s go then,”
“We can take the van,” I said tiredly. “I’ll go pack,” I said and excused myself to the bedroom we all shared. I folded my few clothes and put them in the beaten black duffel bag, followed by the three comfort novels I have carried with me since the night we ran. Then I rolled up my sleeping bag and shoved it inside the bag to, jumping on the bag until it was flat enough to zip shut. I did the same with Zero, Helena, and Lynn’s things. Lucas came into the room and hefted all four duffel bags and then left the apartment to take the bags down to the car. I slid down the wall, and dropped my head into my hands. I was out of tears, but I still had that lump in my throat that I got when I wanted to cry.
Lynn said from the doorway.
“Are we all ready then?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said. “There’s not much to take you know,” I nodded and stood up, went with Lynn to the door. I buttoned my trench coat and put on a knit scarf to keep off the unreasonable chill. Lynn and Helena were dressed similarly in clothes stained with the blood zombies. And some of our blood as well. I picked up the small Bic lighters and shoved them inside my pockets.
“Let’s go,” Helena said, opening the door. We filed into the small hallway and to the elevator. It opened with a ping. Once Lynn and Helena were inside I pushed the down button, specifically trying not to look at the picked skeleton in the corner of the elevator. When the door opened on the parking garage level I gasped my lighter tightly, ready for whatever lay behind the doors. They opened to reveal Lucas. He held up his hands before Lynn could shoot him (it wouldn’t be the first time).
“It’s just me. I killed two, but there weren’t any others in here,” he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder at two decapitated corpses. I shuddered and hurried to the van without looking at them.
We drove to the entrance of the parking garage, where we stalled. Running was always hard. Lucas double checked that all the doors were locked and the gas tank full before gunning full speed into the street. There were sickening thuds followed by a crunching Lucas drove through the masses of zombies, sending them flying in all directions.
A woman with brilliant red hair fell onto to the hood of the car, clawing at the windshield fiercely, her jaws snapping. Lucas swerved, throwing her off the car and onto the awning of an abandoned café. We drove like this for a few hours until reaching a small convenience store to stop for gas.
“I’ll run inside and try to get some water,” I said, as Lucas was filling up the gas tank.
“Be careful he said. I went inside carefully. The store seemed to be abandoned, but you never can be too careful anymore. I had started filling my grocery sack with bottled Purafina water when I heard it. The shuffling footsteps and low groan.
I whirled around to see a small blonde child. My heart wrenched. Please don’t make do this, I said. She had dead gray eyes and her snapping jaw was missing her two front teeth.
“Please go away,” I begged her, reaching toward the small girl. She slashed her fingernails across my arms, cutting through my skin and my coat. I chocked back a cry. “Please,” I said, my tears running down my face. She lunged forward and sank her teeth into my hand.
Her teeth burned my flesh as the tore though my skin. This time I did scream stumbling back into the weak glass display. I fell, bringing the display with me. It shattered, cutting me all over. There was red everywhere, staining the young girls face. She came at me again but I held her off, still begging her. There were gunshots outside the store, and I knew I was on my own for this. Her fingernails scrabbled at my neck. I tried to reach for the lighter in my pocket, but I knew it would be useless. There wasn’t any way I could light this- or any child for that matter- on fire.
I stood up shakily and ran outside, a lighter in each hand. The zombies shuffled to me, attracted to the smell of fresh blood. I light three of them on fire, and it spread like a forest from there.
“Are you alright?” Lynn asked. I clenched the fist where I had been bitten.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “She scratched me a little, but then I fell on glass.”
“Get in the car,” Lucas said. “You can patch her up as we drive,” He was ruthless, but he knew best. In the car Helena and Lynn helped me get all the glass out of my cuts. I bandaged the bite marks with the ribbon I had torn from the girl’s hair, trying to keep them from seeing the double crescent bite marks. Once I had stitched the deep cut in Lynn’s leg and fussed of several of the cuts on Lucas, I fell back, suddenly feeling tired and weak.
“Anna, you’re burning up!” Helena said when I accidentally brushed her hand. She touched her icy hand to my forehead. Fever. The first sign of the change. I laughed.
“I think I’m fighting an infection,” I said, brushing it off. I caught sight of Lucas’s cold purple eyes in the rear view mirror. I glared back at him. I would make it to Marc’s and he could cure me. I just have to fight it that long.
***
We’re somewhere in the redwoods when we stop for dinner. By that time I’m ravenous. I devour my can of cold Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup, but I still feel hungry afterward. We park for the night, unrolling our sleeping bags in the back of the van, locking all the doors and one of staying up to keep watch. Once it’s my watch I peeled back the bloody ribbon and stared at the bite marks. They were ringed with black flesh now, and the veins surrounding them were turning black. I would have to be careful not to let Lynn bite me. Zombie blood is toxic to vampires.
***
The next morning my fever was twice as bad as it was last night, and I’m having trouble breathing. We skip breakfast and start driving again, even though I’m starving, none of the food we have looks appetizing. I try to brush it off, but Lucas is getting suspicious. The night was quiet, and as we drive through Oregon it’s very peaceful. I can’t enjoy it though, because I’m starting to get terrible headaches.
***
We’re swerving through Portland when I double over coughing.
“Anna?” Are you alright?” Lynn asked.
“I’m fine,” I gasped. When I pull my hand away from my mouth, it’s flecked with red. My eyes widened as I stared at the bloodstained bandage. The veins on my forearm, shoulder, and neck are turning black too. I wore a turtle necked shirt this morning to cover them. There’s coldness in my heart and I feel a hunger that I don’t think could ever be satisfied. I’m held captive in Fear’s vice like grasp. What if we don’t get into Seattle in time?
“You’re coughing up blood,” Lucas said calmly.
“Must’ve… been something… Marc will fix it,” I say between coughs. Organ failure. The second sign. Lucas nodded, as if he knew what I was thinking. I was trying not to think about it, but I think Lynn had more important things to think about then what I was thinking.
***
Later we’ve stopped again to get gas. I’m walking around trying to get some exercise while Lynn and Helena look for a drugstore, hoping to find some Advil for my headaches. I stare at Lucas’s outline next to the bloodstained white van. As I watch I feel the ground lurch under me and a fall to the ground in a dead faint.
***
When I wake up we’ve made it to Tacoma. We’ve gotten so far; I can’t help but hope the Marc really might be able to save me. I’ve been using my scarf to cover where the veins on my face or turning black. Lucas’s on watch right now. I opened the van door and stood next to him. I felt the cold circle of steel pressed against my temple.
“Lucas?” I asked, confused.
“Anna. How much longer?” he asked. I stared at him, confused. “How much longer do you have?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. I think I can make it though,” he shook his head.
“It’s too far. We won’t get there until Noon tomorrow. Can you last that long?”
I turn to look him in the eyes. Then I shake my head. “Shoot me,” I say. “It’s too late. I don’t think I can even last until morning.”
“Right now?” He asks.
“Now. I don’t want to die a monster,” I say. “Tell Helena and Lynn I love them. And I love you too, Lucas. Good luck.”
“I’ll miss you,” He says, his long finger flicking the safety off trigger. I swallow. I stare up at the stars, fixing them into my mind, tears running from the corners of my eyes into my hair. He understands. He’ll end it while I still can remember. There’s a gunshot, and a fleshy thud and burning hole in my chest. I stagger back, falling to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.


Yeah, it's gruesome and depressing. Even more now that I look at the omens.