Part 2...

I trudged backwards and forwards from the shed to the house, barricading windows, gathering weapons and ammo, and packing my 4x4 with canned food and water, knowing they would keep the longest.

I was worried as it had been so quiet for a good couple of hours, so I tried again to contact some friends, the ring tone was back, but everyone’s phones were disconnected, or simply not answering. I felt trapped and alone, not knowing where I would go. I knew my house wouldn't be safe in a short time, guessing from the destroyed ambulance I had discovered earlier the beasts did know there was still fresh meat in the area, and it was only a matter of time before they came back, hunting for me...

I stayed on watch on my roof top for a couple hours, watching lone zombies mindlessly patrol the streets, not looking for anything in particular... I unloaded many shots, taking my time, getting precise headshots, splattering their brains all over the side walks. I ended up killing at least 30 over that night, and was surprised I didn't lure more into my wake of half-arsed mayhem.

I watched them, studied their movements, they would feed on the corpses of my neighbours throughout the night, slowly tearing them limb from limb, with some sort of sick precision...As I watched, wondering why they wouldn't feed on their own fallen "comrades" I felt my eyes begin to get heavy, and after over 48 hours of standing, almost like a statue on my roof.. I felt I deserved a good rest...

As I stepped down the ladder I heard a barely audible gurgling from within my house... Not sure what to think or do, I cautiously stepped through the threshold into my house, the moaning and groaning was getting closer and closer to me, but I could still see nothing in front or behind me.. I cocked my handgun, made sure it was loaded and listened for the noise again... I didn't hear anything for another half an hour or so...

I decided to give up, and thought it to be my mind playing tricks on me...

As I locked the door and walked over to my bed, bending down to take off my blood encrusted boots I heard a deep growl, louder this time as I was tackled, hard to the floor, the zombie had been watching me the whole time, waiting for me to let my guard down... I fought him back, his chipped, rotten teeth gnashing out violently at me, wanting to tear me to shreds.

We fought on the floor for what felt like an eternity, I punched into his rotten, decaying skull again and again, chunks of its flesh flying off of it, but it seemed un-affected completely, still trying to sink its teeth into me. I reached to my belt, fumbling around for my handgun, my other arm holding it away from my face, my arm was pushing hard against its throat yet it was still pushing into me.

I used all the strength I could muster and threw it over beside me, I quickly stood up and before I could even comprehend shooting it, it had lunged at me again, I fired as it fell on top of me, three shots, straight into it's face and throat, blood poured out all over me as I lay there, it's (properly) life-less body twitching slightly on top of me..

I carried it's corpse outside, made sure all the doors were properly locked, and in complete exhaustion slumped down against the door... hoping to catch at least a few minutes reprieve from this hell...