Steempocalypse Moon

I search in the flowers all burnt on the floor
I come up with a knife, but, nothing more
I step out the window and into the street
Wary of who or what I may meet

On down the lane to get out of this place
I feel like the last one in the human race
I keep pushing on and duck through an ally
There's so many dead I haven't a tally

I then spot a light not far up ahead
I need to be curious but I'm full of dread
I edge even closer, careful and quiet
I mind where I'm stepping, I don't want a riot

A large truck sits open with lights all aglare
I look around closely to see who is there
I spy on the seat something I can't believe
Some guns and a rifle I'll want to retrieve

I get close to the truck before I break cover
Then run like I have seen my long lost lover
What happens next? We will see soon
There's so many paths 'neath the Steempocalypse moon!