Somehwere Between Hell and Zombies

See, I told you that turning eighteen is definitely not all it is cracked up to be. Some

people turn eighteen and get a car or something like that. Me, I turn eighteen and just about

everyone I know and love dies or turns into these brain eating monsters. It's just not fair!

Then I get to kill the people I know who were unfortunate enough to change and not die! It's

either that or have them kill me. Any ways....

"is it possible that he's a zombie?" I asked aloud, and when Teddy came stumbling out

of the office, I knew that it was. He walked so stiff, as if he were in full rigor. I know now that

he was because he had been dead long enough for it to set in. As he advanced, staring at

us with those terrible dead eyes, he began making a strange noise, maybe a growl?

We backed up until I stepped into the dark sticky puddle on the floor that was my dogs

coagulated blood. It was then that he attacked.

I was really bummed when I saw my poor Teddy laying there, so defenseless and dead

on the floor. I got him over nine years ago, and now I had to watch him die all over again. As

the dog leaped across the floor, he seemed to be immediately more limber. Derek pushed

me to the side and stuck the sharp steel end of the knife through Teddy's lower jaw and out

the other end of his skull. The dog fought for a few minutes more then laid still for a lasting

eternity.