Christopher released a heavy sigh as he heard the blood curdling screams of the family who lived next door. “Idiots,” he murmured to himself as he began to reinforce the wooden barricade on his kitchen window. The screams had all but stopped and given way to a new sound, even more unpleasant than the last; eating. The wet, messy sound of flesh being hastily munched and slurped just outside the safety of his home was so loud, it was almost obnoxious. Deciding to silence the walkers outside before their feast gave him a migraine, Christopher placed his hammer and nails on the kitchen counter and moved to go and fix the problem.
As the disgruntled baby boomer climbed the ladder to his “hunt box” on the roof, he cursed the now deceased family …show more content…
After taking a seat on a wooden stool, he took a second to admire the bleak view of what used to be his neighborhood. Cloaked in the mosaic of stars and galaxies, the night sky had never been so full and beautiful. Its beauty contrasted the dark, empty former suburban paradise that the Vietnam War veteran called home. Across the black asphalt street was a line of identical two story, white houses with seven windows each; six on the first two floors, and one on the attic. Each and every house had six of their windows boarded up and sealed, and one broken barricade where the walkers had gotten in. The gardens and lawns that were once even and well-kept had grown wild and patchy; each one littered with weeds, and in some cases the rotting corpses of unfortunate walkers who Christopher had deemed too close to his …show more content…
The table only held two items: a framed photograph of Christopher’s wife, and a hunting rifle. The sight of his wife brought a small smile to his normally grumpy, wrinkled face. “God, I miss her,” he sighed softly. Forcing himself to stop reminiscing of the happiness that they shared, the old man grabbed the hunting rifle and prepared himself to kill just another walker who had somehow made it past the defenses that guarded his house.
Christopher scanned the booby trap ridden yard to locate the source of the increasingly annoying intestine-munching. There, in front of the house was the scene of the crime; the nearly-picked clean bones of two adults and three children, and a walker hunched over two the fresh, bloody corpses of two children. Christopher was filled with disgust and utter rage. The family lying dead may have been too noisy and annoying, but they sure as hell didn’t deserve this; no one deserved a fate as cruel as what happened to them. I’m gonna kill that that thing, he mentally promised dead family on the