Few Remain, Many Lost

Chapter 7: The Attack

After a couple of days pass without any problems with the Shitheads, a scavenging group came into my house. Now I’m under a pile of bodies, the entire scene as I remember played out like this:

I was lying quietly in bed when I heard something downstairs that sounded like my front door getting opened. I grabbed my machete and 9mm and jumped down the ladder only to come face-to-face with The Shitheads.

I landed on the first floor with my gun in the group leader’s face, he was completely speechless. I feel my fingers slowly shaking because this encounter could go either way. I glanced past the man’s shoulder only to see a horde, inside my own home.

“Fuck this, I’m going upstairs” I say. I move the gun to the nearest infected and pull the trigger, while also leaving a muzzle burn on his cheek. I turn around and run upstairs, looking out the window, a horde is outside as well as inside. I start to pick them off when I hear gunshots next to me, while I was busy killing, The Shitheads made it upstairs to help me kill. Looking down the scope again, I put pressure on the trigger. Then darkness engulfs me.