I had just thought it was politics, some joke, or an exaggeration. I was standing over the stove, glancing every so often out the window to see, my infant son playing in the grass in our suburban backyard while I made myself an egg and cheese omelet. I looked down to turn the omelet. I look back out the window, to see a man in the backyard with my son. I drop the spatula on the floor and hastily made my way outside. The man now had a hold on my son who was screaming in terror. The man looked up at me with his fully green eyes. "He's not human!" I thought. The man opened his mouth and bit down on my son's wrist. Who howled in pain as the man let go of his small arm, disregarding him for something more. He started over to me. I underestimated his strength as he tackled me to the ground. His mouth was opening and closing as I tried pushing him away. He was getting closer and closer to biting me when a loud bang sounded. The man looked up at the sound of the bang and another one sounded. There was a bullet wound right between his eyes. He fell down to the ground, dead. I looked at the source of the gunfire to see my husband holding his hunting rifle.
"So, what the news was saying is true? There are zombies running around?" I asked my husband as he was wrapping bandages around my son's bite mark.
"Yes" My husband replied.
"Are we gonna turn into zombies?" I asked.
"Only one of us" My husband said, gesturing towards our son.
"What?" I asked, taken aback by the news I was hearing.
"If you're bitten, you turn" My husband said.
"So we find a cure!" I shouted, surprised at what my husband was implying.
"By the time there's a cure he will already have turned or killed by that disease control company" My husband said. He picked up his revolver off the countertop.
"No" I said.
"It's our only choice" My husband said sympathetically.
"No!" I said and opened the silverware drawer and pulled out a large knife. "I will not let you hurt Ethan!"
"Honey..." My husband said.
I swung my blade at his throat as he finished the word. The blade cut open his throat and he staggered backwards. He hit his back on the countertop as blood poured from his lacerated neck. He fell to the side as he gasped for air. I dropped the blade in disbelief at what I just did. "I'm so sorry!" I sobbed, "I'm so sorry". I grabbed Ethan and ran upstairs.
The doorbell rang and I hesitantly ran downstairs to answer it. I opened the door to see two men in suits standing there.
"Hello, miss, we are with the Disease Control Unit, making sure our neighborhood is safe from anyone infected by the virus." One of the men said.
"Would it be okay if we check your arms for any bite marks?" The other man asked.
"Of course!" I said. I then proceeded to roll up my long sleeves to show that I had no bite marks.
"Is there anyone else living with you?" One of the men asked.
"Just my son Ethan but I just put him down for a nap" I lied.
"Oh, is that him?" The man asked, pointing behind me.
"Oh, yes that's him" I said and turned around to him, "What are you doing up?"
"Hey, big guy!" One of the men said and crouched down to Ethan's level. Ethan waddled over to the man.
"Gimme five!" The man said and put his hand up. Ethan smiled and high fives him, at which point the man grabbed Ethan's arm and pulled up his sleeves to reveal the bandages over the bite mark. The man carefully removed the bandages and saw the large bite mark.
"Code red?" The other man asked.
"Almost code green" the man still holding onto Ethan's arm said. He stood up straight and pulled out his pistol.
"No!" I shouted and pulled my husband's revolver out of my pocket and aimed it at the man.
"The safety's on" The man said and shot me in the chest. I fell backwards and onto my back. I watched as they shot my son and walked off.
