Somehwere Between Hell and Zombies

As we entered the door to the house, we were greeted by the sound of slurping and

crunching. By now the two of us knew what that sound meant. With weapons ready we

proceeded carefully to the kitchen where the noise was coming from. A man was sitting at

the table leaning over something and turned around as we were about to attack.

"What in the hell are you guys doing in my house?" He exclaimed, surprised by our

advances towards him. We saw that he was eating soup with crackers and toast. "We are

so terribly sorry." I said, "where's Mrs.Strait?"

"She went to bed because she wasn't feeling well." He said angrily as he walked to the sink.

We told him about the creatures and how we though no one was left. He laughed at us, but

when we asked if he had been outside he said that the two of them had spent the day in

bed. "You guys need to leave before you scare my wife to death." We followed him all the

way up to his room where he slammed the door in our faces. "You guys better be gone

when I come out or I am calling the police!" He exclaimed.

Those words barely left his mouth when we heard him ask his wife what was wrong. We

also heard moaning and a scream of agony as what used to be his wife began tearing into

his soft and salty flesh, and into his skull. Not wanting to see the monster of the mess, we

blocked the door so it couldn't open. We then went up to the attic where we spent our first

night feeling completely alone and very isolated.

This went on for about a week. Going house to house, sometimes we found nothing,

and well, sometimes those monsters. We probably killed off half of the population of "local"

monsters in that week, but it had to be done.

We finally made it back to Derek's house about an hour after the incident at the last

house. We ran into only two zombies and they soon met their makers. At this point it was

either kill or be killed. I still can't get the sounds of Mr.Straits final screams out of my head.

Suicide seems to be a far better option than going to hell and back just to become a

member of the undead.

We began boarding windows and doors on the main level of the house, that way nothing

could get in. At least, not without us knowing first. We didn't say a word as we worked, only

thinking about saving ourselves.

We were just boarding up the last window when we heard something crash upstairs. Had

something gotten in? Was something or someone already in the house? I looked at Derek

and he looked at me. We both asked ourselves the same two questions because neither of

us searched the house for "intruders." I grabbed a long wooden stake and headed up the

stairs. Derek was close behind me sporting a pistol. I got to the top and went for his guest

bedroom. That was where the noise came from. As I opened the door, something grabbed

me and pulled me inside as i dropped the only protection that I had.