Virus

I awoke to the sound of banging at the front door. "Sarah, there's someone at th-" I cut myself off right there. There wasn't a Sarah anymore. She's gone. I got my Kimber out and went to the front door. I looked outside and saw a familiar crowd of zombies. And by the looks of things, that door will not hold forever. I sigh and open up the bottle of whiskey I found and start chugging it. It burnt but I've been through worse. I finished half of it before putting it down and gasped for air. I grabbed the larges bag I had and started stuffing all the ammo, weapons, food, and water I could into it and put it on. I put my Kimber, Sarah's revolver, and Ivy on my hip and took another swig of whiskey. I put the bottle back in my bag and started walking to the front door.

I took the scope off of the rifle and put it in my bag before busting out the window on the front door and screaming in rage. "THIS IS FOR SARAH YOU UNDEAD CUNTS!" I took aim at the closest one and shot him. I chambered another round using the lever and shot another one ,and another, and another, and another. They all started coming up to the door and I put them down just as I did the last motherfuckers. Once that was empty I pulled out my Eclipse and shot at them every time I pulled the trigger one of them dropped. I switched to Sarah's revolver and got two shots in before the door gave in and splintered. Unleashing hell to the inside of the house. I fired off the last three rounds before pulling out my knife. One after the other those mother fuckers died. I was filed by nothing other than rage and adrenaline. I'm going to take as many of these mother fuckers out as I could.

I stabbed another and my blade got stuck in his head so I pulled out my spare. Stab stab stab stab stab stab. And then I just started laughing my ass off. Something about this makes me want to laugh so hard. I'm covered in blood, stabbing zombies, and laughing my ass off. Unfortunately my other knife got lost so I only have Ivy now. One round. I turned and leaped out the window onto a zombie. Great more shit I have to deal with. I punched that cunt in the head as hard as I could and ran. I ran all the way back to my old town. I took short breaks along the way. And I may have seriously considered quitting smoking along the way. But in a few hours I made it back to where I started. I ran all the way back to my old house and fell into Sarah's bed. I looked around her room for anything to remember her by. I opened her nightstand drawer and found a silver locket. I opened it it and burst into tears. It was the photo of us together sitting on a bench during a beautiful day at the park. We were both looking at the camera with our arms over each other. I was fifteen at the time and she was twenty-two.

Only three years ago but it seems like forever. I loved her so damn much. More than anything in the world. I collapsed onto her bed and passed out. Why does the world have to be so unfair? I awoke shortly after to, guess what? MORE FUCKING BANGING! Are they ever going to leave me alone? I sat there on the bed and light a cigarette. Shortly after I heard a snap and a loud bang. I decided aSong would be nice . They got in. Well then, that was sooner than expected. I pulled out Ivy again. One round is all it would take to end this suffering. Besides, it'll save me a lot of pain. I took a drag off my cig and put the cold barrel of Ivy against my head. They started to come into my line of sight. Goodbye Sarah. I love you so much. And then I pulled the trigger and everything went white.