My guardian angel wears combat boots

In hindsight; it was foolish, I know that now. I thought the thick fog would give me some cover instead it blinded me from the dangers that lurked within.

I ran through the porous cloud, my lungs filled with the moist cold air as my heart tried to beat through my chest. I was probably half way across the town square when I tripped over the first one. The satchel of food spilled out as my body slid a few feet on the wet grass. I was able to turn to my back before the monster noticed me.

It reached out with long, dirty, broken nails and an empty gaze upon its discolored face. His legs were stripped of flesh and muscle below the knees. He was there for a while, maybe three weeks.

I pulled my pistol from the leg holster and squeezed the trigger. The gun barked and my shot was dead on, but the noise brought unwanted attention.

A loud groan came from my right. Like a ghost, an infected man materialized from nowhere. The initial two rounds struck his sternum and shattered the jaw. My last shot made its mark, as the head bobbed back from the impact. Just as the body went limp and fell to the green earth, two more runners emerged. Funny enough, they were a couple wearing matching blue track suits. A piercing CLAK resounded through the square, my last bullet dropped the male and the shell was ejected from the chamber. The slide locked back and a single thought exploded… Oh, crap.

Before I knew it, the murderous blonde was on top of me, wailing like a banshee. Her arms flailed uncontrollably as she snapped her teeth in my face. Blood and saliva spewed from this rabid dog. The only thing I could do was use my left hand to grab her throat and jam the exposed barrel of my pistol into her left eye. Her convulsing body made it difficult to keep a grip.

I yelled and cursed out of both fear and defiance into the face of death. The commotion only gathered more of the undead and infected. That’s when my dark haired angel, Kira, came from the morning mist to dispatch my feral sweetheart. She must have seen the flashes of gun fire and heard my foul declarations. Highly trained and extremely lethal, she was ferocious as she was beautiful. With every fluid movement, I was convinced that what I witnessed was nothing less than perfection.

A diverse crowd of shamblers and newly infected began to form around us. Kira handed me two full magazines and we made our stand. The sun began to peak through the trees, lifting the veil. Like a spotlight on a stage, the illumination highlighted our deadly dance. A barrage of bullets and fire permeated the town square. Back to back, we conducted a symphony of destruction. With our lives on the line and adrenaline coursing through the veins, we fought not for ourselves but for each other. Body after body fell to the ground, their numbers dwindled to zero.

The fog had dispersed, revealing our triumph over impending doom. I gathered my supplies from the ground and placed them back into the satchel. We jumped into our flat black classic Barracuda. Kira revved the engine and spun the tires on the dewy pavement. Our journey wasn’t over yet, there were still places to go and zombies to kill.

Its always a good day when the sun is up and the one you love is by your side… packing heat.