Ware-Zombies

It was getting late in the day. My husband and I hurried to the store for supplies.

1 box of crackers
3 jugs of water
5 boxes of bullets
First aid kit
Antibiotics
.......
1 box of anti-coagulate pills

We hurried around the store throwing things into a shopping cart, paid with cash, and hurried home.

Now the real work begins. We shutter the windows, close all the drapes, secure the doors, turn off all the lights....and wait. As it gets dark outside, I begin to drift off. I had a dream (within this dream) that it was sunny and we were all at the park. It was so peaceful.

I awoke with a start and peered out the peephole in the front door. It was dark and we were already in the thick of it. Undead were wandering the streets, and hunters of the undead were working crowd control. We operated something like a neighborhood watch, with each household (usually 3 or 4 families deep) taking a turn each night and letting the others rest.

It all happened a few months ago. People just started getting sick. No one knew why or how, but the population dwindled by half within weeks. Then, it just......stopped. No one else got sick. No one else passed unexpectedly or without reason. A week passed and we all kind of assumed whatever it was had run it's course. Obviously the doctors and scientists at the Center for Disease Control (CDC) continued to work on it, trying to diagnose and find a vaccine for whatever that was should it ever return. But the rest of us just kind of went on with our lives. We mourned our loved ones and began to pick up the pieces. Then one day a neighbor of mine mentioned she saw her husband just walking around in a park the night before. She said he looked like he was looking for something, but didn't respond when she'd called out for him. Because it was dark she didn't approach him, but could swear it was him. Then more reports like that followed, and as of a month ago, they were coming in droves. It began to look like a parade in the streets every night. People were calling it a miracle and a blessing. At first, all the fallen family members did was wander around, but when there were enough of them, they went on the attack. Their family members were the first to go because they'd become comfortable with (and comforted by) seeing their dead loved ones.

It was at this time that the problem became exponentially worse. Each eaten loved one died, came back, and ate someone else....always at night. Other than the new corpses and crimson stained streets and sidewalks, you'd never know anything different was going on.

Now, as I look out onto the street, it's more crowded than it's ever been.

My husband appears and takes a look outside. Without a word, he puts an anti-coagulate pill into my palm. Recent information from the CDC suggested that these pills can slow or stop altogether the virus from spreading in your system. But you have to already have it in your system at the time you receive a bite. There is also a strong risk of bleeding to death from any and all wounds sustained while on this drug, so a stocked first aid kit and/or a professional health care worker within close proximity are vital.

*Glass shatters*

I head over to the back of the house to see what's going on and find one of our windows completely open and broken glass all over the ground. Someone forgot to board the window. An undead woman is walking past the window and I duck behind a cabinet. My husband comes rushing in to see what happened and the undead woman sees him before he sees her. I shout at him to get down, but the jig is up. He's already been spotted and my shouting has alerted the others. A crowd builds outside the window. Slowly they all begin to funnel through...

-Fin-