I remember waking up in bed and my husband next to me was moaning. I turned the light on and what use to be my husband was staring at me and he had the baby or daughter in his mouth eating her. He sat in bed next to me and ate our daughter like it was breakfast in bed…

I was stunned for a second and then it seems that adrenaline and the fight or flight syndrome kicked in. I rolled out of bed and screamed bloody murder at  the top of my lungs. My husband was eating our baby and he looked like some crazed Manichean deviant psycho…

I grabbed the lamp by my bedside and used it as a club and beat him until I could not discern what was my baby and what was my husband. May they rest in peace…

Then I heard a noise outside and I went to the window and stared out into a world gone crazy. I saw people all over the place in the yards and streets. They were eating someone or something. I saw even the dogs and cats running for their lives as moaning, stumbling, psychotic Zombies chased anything still living for a meal…

That is when it hit me, Zombies…

My husband or dead husband now, had a riot shotgun in the closet. It held 8 + 1 in the chamber and had 6 shells on the stock and we had 5 boxes of shells in a canvas bag. I grabbed it after I dressed in running clothes and gym shoes. I put the shells and food and water in a backpack and grabbed gun to run, from what ever crazy sick thing has happened to my world…

I looked one last time at my husband and baby combined into a bloody mess on the bed and went to the front door. I tossed a Molotov Cocktail down the hallway that I had made out of a bottle of 151 Rum. It set the home on fire with a satisfying roar and I went out to see what was going on…

My neighbor was eating her cat on my front porch and she moan and hissed at me as I came out. I pulled the trigger on the shotgun and her head exploded like a rip melon. As her body hit the ground, I heard the roar of the fire consuming the house and I never looked back as I ventured off on a new life and tried to make my way into a world that has gone crazy…

So now I lay here and feel the pain of transforming to a Zombie and I really do not want to become a Zombie. So please finish me and walk away and don’t look back…

She said something strange, just before I pulled the trigger. She said, “I owe you one and when I can pay it back I will!”

I left Sara after a bullet between the eyes and I never looked back…

Stryker