That smell. The smell of rotting flesh poisoning the air. I sit-up in bed and glance out my window. It's about noon and I don't see much of anything. So I go open my bedroom door, and my roommate rips her jaws into my shoulder. It's a long searing pain almost like being stabbed with a hot poker.
I wake-up, same dream I've had for about a month now. So I look out my window, like i have for a month, nothing I mutter to myself. So I stand get dressed for work grab a piece of toast and head out the door for work. About the time I reach the store i realize its Monday, and I really hate Monday's. So I walk in trying to hide from my boss...and then i hear it. " HAPPY MONDAY!" she screams through-out the store scaring customers and employees alike. So after I survive through yet another Monday I make my way to the market and buy some beer and an ice-cream cone for me and my roommate.
I had the dream again, only my roommate didn't bite me...I thought that to be strange but shrugged it off. I have the day off and decide to go back to the market for more beer and ice-cream. I don't see the clerk anywhere so I just leave some money on the counter. Some cheeky little bastard is messing with the shelves, but I decide to leave him to the clerk. I work my way back home and see a car accident on Main Street. So I hand my roommate hes things and go watch T.V. There's talk of "Judgment Day" on the news. Isn't it judgment day everyday I think out-loud.
Suddenly I hear my roommate scream, something must have scared her. So I walk into the room to see a man with only his left arm tapping the glass of the window. I tell her to run upstairs, I go to the basement to grab my dads' old hunting rifle and shotgun. I have a good amount of shells...eighty or so. I use the back door and sneak around to the side of our house. I see him there whistle, and fire. He now has no arms and a bit of a temper. I fire again, his face is now shifted around his skull...and the back of his head is gone.
I grab Sarah, my roommate and tell her to barricade the doors like the news said to. My dad was always one of the nuclear war crazies so he had about three years worth of food stored up in our basement. I wander around the empty spaces to see that my dad went against his word and bought a sniper rifle. After I helped Sarah barricade the doors I walked out onto the balcony, took aim and fired.
That was three months ago. Sarah is now pregnant and four other survivors are planning on leaving my home in order to escape the city. I tell them they're nuts but they think they can get away from this man-made hell. I send them out the back door with some supplies and my prayers. A week ago today...I lost the bottom floor to them. I can almost hear Sarah's screams echo through the lifeless hallways. All I ever hear now is scratching. I made a three-inch thick reinforced steel plate to cover the doorway for the stairs. I think I may just go down fighting them..
I wake-up in my bed. Daybreak and still those scratching noises taunt me. I make my way down to the basement through a hole cut in the closet floor...smart man my dad. I turn on my flashlight and I can't believe it. I see Sarah standing there. I run to hug her and she turns around. She then bite a large chunk of flesh from my shoulder. I stand there bleeding and shocked, then I collapse. I wake-up and she is hovering me...waiting to take a bite, so I shoot her. And now I'll never shoot a weapon again. I grab a hand grenade from my brothers stash of explosives...pyromaniac. I go back up stairs...pull the pin and move the steel plate. Then I thrust myself into the horde and feel free as the grenade in my hand ticks softly. And then...the darkness came to greet me...and I got to see Sarah, one last time.
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