There was the buzz of a chainsaw at the other end. Gurgling noises. Screams of the helpless victims. Police sirens wail in the distance, and a nose curling, vomit inducing stench filling the streets. Nobody believed me, but I knew this would happen some day. Zombie Apocalypse. Someone had raised the dead for their own army. It made me sick.
I decided to stay away from the front door, zombies could easily break it down. I waited in the basement, shotgun in hand. I heard the smashing of wood. They were here. Ready to fight.