Of lost love and butter creams
Tonight we dream of claws and teeth
Tomorrow's for the promises we'll fail to keep
We are all gods in some small way
But Chaos rules The Last Cafe.
Season 1, Episode 2
Here we sit in The Cafe of Despair
God doesn't mind dirty tables and broken chairs
At the end of the world and miles away
No wine, no roses, no time to play
Mourning what we had
Roast together: Ugly, Good and Bad
Pay the Piper's Cost
Remember all you've lost
These are the lessons of Despair's Cafe
Pray all you want in our final days
Season 1, Episode 3
Zombies are the New World Disorder
Making history and the future poorer
Let go of what you know
Secrets hide where ghosts go
The chain of food is upside down
Now rabid wolves wear the crown
Human jaws become monsters' maws
The Ungrateful Living face new laws
Return to the beginning, man to animal
Human sacrifice and bloody ritual
The virus spreads, making evil minds
Big Brother lies and denies
But The Zombie Queen claims her prize.
Season 1, Episode 4
Pack your memories, grab a sword
When they come for us, hungry and re
Don't bother hiding under the bed
God's an absent father to a quiet son
Nowhere to hide, few places to run
Zombified, carrier or in the ground?
Wolves howl louder when food's around
Take your reward for the struggle of life
Death by disease or salvation by the knife?
Season 1, Episode 5
Here we sit in Death's Cafe
We are the zombie's reluctant buffet
The deepest wounds are those unseen
Between what we were and where we've been
Be killed or kill in days like these
Say farewell to your comfortable home
Goodbye to tea, clotted cream and scones
The fruit of war, the wages of sin
You don't yet know what it will take to win
Or even half of the trouble we're in
Save your strength for the fight
Use your rage. Defy the night.
For more of the Plague of Days Serial
About the Author
Acknowledgements and Dedication
Reader Bonus