Not a creature was stirring as John anxiously peeked outside; the street was empty.
He’d been awake for days. Maybe now I can sleep.
He sat down; resting his gun across his lap, then closed his eyes.
A moan filled the room.
More moaning. His eyes flew open; he raised his shotgun.
“This is your last warning!”
The moaning stopped.
John relaxed again then dozed off.
The zombie hoard quietly stepped out of the shadows.
They fell upon him; tearing at his flesh. The church bells struck midnight, masking his screams.
Their hunger was sated … for now.
© December 24, 2010