Unreliable Third 'It happened'

It finally happened, Damn Zombies. Jake sighed as he put a bullet between the eyes of the last of his family members. It came just like he had always known it would. It came without television warnings. It came without police barricades and televisions warnings and looting; though there is always time for looting. He began to gather his family into the backyard for the burning. After the pile was completed he doused them with gasoline and tossed a match. There is nothing quite like the smell of burning flesh. All at once Jake new he was going to loose it and double over emptying his stomach onto the grass.

The morning had come like any other, Jake finally decided to get out of bed around ten o’clock and stumbled to the kitchen to find something to eat. He settled for some cereal and an orange. As he was eating he thought it was strange that none of his family was around, especially because it was a Saturday and no one had anything to do that he knew of. It was when he was finished his food and was loading the dishes that he heard it: A thumping coming from his sister’s room.  He crept up the stairs to investigate the mysterious noise. He knocked for courtesy and the thumping stopped. Michelle? I am coming in. He waited for some sort of acknowledgement. All was silent. Then she began to pound and scratch at the door. She sounded almost subhuman. He tried to open the door for fear that something was wrong but she was exerting a surprising amount of pressure against it for someone so small. He heard desperate, almost angry grunts and moans emitting from the room. Now worried Jake backed up and kicked the door like he had seen in the movies. The first kick seemed to have stunned the creature on the other side of the door, A second knocked the door off it’s hinges. He charged in to the room to see his sister falling back and stumbling over a laundry basket. She flailed about trying to right herself. She looked pissed. Jake, having grown up around 4 girls and being the middle child knew it was damage control time. IamsoosorryMichelle,Ithoughtsomethingwaswrong.IheardallthenoisesandeverythingandIgotworriedandIguessIkindaoverreactedbutcanyoureallyblamemeImea- It was then that Jake noticed his sister’s fingers. She had literally clawed them to the bone. He could see the nails peeled back on themselves, the small white nubs wrapped inside the flesh. She charged at him. With no door to slam in her face he sprinted down the hall to his parent’s room. They were still lying there in bed. He began to shake them to tell them the awful truth of the morning. His mom was the first to wake embracing him in a comforting hug.  Jake was glad to have the familiar touch but something was wrong she was hugging a bit too long, a bit too hard, a bit too restricting. Then she felt her hot breath on his neck, and heard that now familiar groan he broke away just before she was able to sink her teeth into his precious neck meats. His dad woke up with a yawn and she was on him in a second. Jake seized the opportunity to arm himself. He crawled under their bed to find the gun case and quickly loaded clip and slammed it home. He rose slowly and aimed, said a prayer and pulled the trigger click. Nothing happened. He then realized the safety was on. He disengaged the safety and fired. His dad began to rise and Jake was quick to fire again. The rest of the family was quick to go.

 Jake reflected on the morning’s events as he headed back inside from the fire. Suddenly there was a pounding on the front door. Cautiously he crept to the front door. He could see a police officer’s uniform through the glass.  The officer called in Sir, we have reports of gunfire in the house. We are coming in. The cops burst in and saw Jake bathed in blood and gun in hand. He was screaming about the zombie outbreak when they hauled him away. The neighbors gathered on the corner to watch the events. An old lady was quoted by saying: He used to be such a nice young man.