Apocalyptic Horror

Its 12:00 AM, I woke up thirsty, I was heading downstairs to drink something, no one was home, "Mom, Dad, Jack?" I began to worry as I glanced around for any traces, I walked outside, our neighbor Mr.Smith was standing out, staring at nothing, "Mr.Smith? have you seen any of my relatives going out?" he didn't respond. I was confused about what's happening, I came closer "Mr.Smith?" I heard him growling, the horror began, as he attacked me like a wild animal, I ran back to my house, carefully closed the door, he was smashing the windows with his bloody face, lucky, I had my father 's revolver just in the living room, he broke in as I quickly ran, he was as twice as fast. he never enjoyed doing sports, I grabbed the gun, aiming at him, as he stared at me with his eyes completely blank, I was shaking "I'm warning you, don't get any closer", he did a final growl and ran toward me I teared and said "I'm sorry", I had to shoot him dead. my eyes started tearing from both fear and sadness, I got a phone call from my dad, he nervously said "James, listen to me carefully my boy, I need you to head to the police station, and don't trust anyone, people will just.... get "angry" and will attack each other, in that case, DON'T trust anyone, if anyone tried to attack you, shoot him in the head". I replied shaking "D...Dad what's happening?!" , he raised his voice alittle bit "JUST do what I said, please my boy, stay safe, we will be awaiting you".
I took a deep breathe, as I grabbed a bag, with some ammo supplies from my parent's room, and few snacks, and a water bottle. I said goodbye to Mr.smith, and my whole neighborhood, as I set on my way.