Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... Bzzzt....
I slowly open my eyes to noise of my alarm. Another late night alone at Smitty's Pub. Another early morning for my bullshit job. I briefly consider calling out sick but hit the snooze instead. I roll over hoping for a few more minutes of blissful sleep.
I hear scratching at the front door, distracting me from falling asleep.
"Johnson's dog is loose again. " I say aloud.
Unable to ignore the constant noise, I get up and put on my bathrobe. Slowly I make my way to the front door and swing it open ready to punt the little fucker for bothering me this early in the morning.
To my surprise its not the dog but Johnson dressed in gray sweatpants and a torn white t-shirt soaked in blood from a large open wound in his throat and multiple scratches visible through the rips in the shirt. It looks as though an animal attacked him. His skin is pale and his eyes are glazed and discolored. His gray hair is colored dark red with a small chunk of his skull missing. Black ooze is coming out of the hole in his head.
I take a step back and ask "Johnson! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you OK?!"
He lunges forward grabbing my bathrobe. As I try pushing him away, I lose my footing and fall hard on the floor with Johnson coming down on me. He grabs at me trying to bite me. I push on his head with my left hand to keep his face as far away from me. I punch him in the side of the head with my free hand to try to knock him off but he doesn't react. He just keeps trying to sink his teeth in my flesh while grabbing at me. With great futility I continue to hit him while looking for something to use as a weapon. I begin losing my will to fight as I see more people shamble in my front door overtaking my house. Their lifeless eyes staring at me as they start towards me.
I can't hold Johnson up any longer and slide myself back away from him pushing at him with my feet. I am almost free but Johnson grabs my leg and slows my escape. This gives another one the opportunity to get at my exposed belly. I scream in pain as I feel the teeth rip into the flesh of my gut. Panic rises and I begin to flail looking for anything I can use as weapon to get these monsters off me, but it is too late. I can already feel death coming. I give in to the pain and let it engulf me as more come along and begin feasting on my body. As the world turned black the last thing I heard was the buzz of my alarm clock.
