We're all going to die sooner or later, why not make it later?!

"Is everyone ready?" I asked the group. Everyone nodded. "Alrighty then," I said, putting my shotgun up to the door, "Now die," I mumbled, pulling the trigger. BOOM, the Z was blown away, along with most of the door!
Damn that felt good!, I thought, as I kicked open what was left of the flimsy door. "Everyone get your ass to the garage!" I yelled authoritatively. They didn't need to be told twice; one by one the others burst out of the house, on a mad dash towards the garage.
Now outside,… Continue

"What do you mean your'e not O.K., what's wrong?" Tony asked.
"They're dead," I whispered, barely making myself audible. "My grandparents are dead!" Now close to a shout.
The room fell silent from then on, excluding the sound of my own pitiful sobs. Right at that moment, I'm pretty sure I felt as close to worthless as anyone could ever feel. I felt as though, at that point, I had failed everyone, including myself.
Grandma, and Grandpa were dead. She had been bitten, and grandpa had shot her. For… Continue

While I let the others take their pick among my grandfather's arsenal, I casually strode out of the small room. For I already had what I needed. Though sneaky, when the others weren't looking I'd snatched up the shotgun I'd shot clay pigeons with my grandfather years before. Although maybe not the most practical gun to fight with. But I'd had quite a bit experience handling it. Not only that, but the gun had been my grandpa's, and somehow I felt I shared a special connection with. Well, it as we… Continue