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"Report back to the precinct," he heard over the radio.

"I’ll be there later," said Neil. He drove in the opposite direction of the rest of the cars.

"Where are you going?" asked an officer, Roger.

"To check on my house then maybe bend Trisha over a counter," said Neil.

"Who?" asked and officer.

"That girl from the convenience store I told you about," said Neil. "You know she wants it."

"I wouldn’t be too sure of that. I bet she’s just being friendly because you’re an asshole," said the officer.

Neil drove down the street. He saw the convenience store. It was still dark a person tried to pump gas but gave up as a couple of the zombies as people called them walked up to him. Neil made it to his house.

Most the street was vacant as he stepped out of patrol car.  A few of the houses had lights on in them. Neil grabbed an extra clip for his pistol and then stepped out of his car. A slow moving figure came out from behind darkly lit bushes.

"Back the fuck off," said Neil. He held his pistol out. He figured they weren’t responding so he fired a warning shot off. The bullet hit the side walk between the person’s legs.  They continued to walk towards him. He fired off two more shots in their chest. It had no affect on them. Neil fired a round off into the person’s mouth. They dropped.

He saw that the side gate to his house was open. He ran inside and shut it.  He made sure the gate was locked. A man was walking towards his back door when he stopped. The man was obviously infected. He turned to walked to Neil. He raised his pistol and fired twice. The first shot hit the person in the shoulder the second in the cheek. The bullet exited out at a weird angle. The dead man still walked towards him. A second person on the back porch noticed Neil and turned towards him.

Neil fired a third shot through the same cheek and killed the man. The second person started walking his way. Neil aimed carefully and shot the woman in the head. He then walked back to make sure the gate was shut.

He went into the back door. He saw a cell phone on a small table. It was his brother Mark’s. Neil had had the house to himself for almost a year, after the separation, then his brother moved in. Neil’s wife and kids were with her mother’s about a hundred miles away. He had meant to call them ,but he hadn’t had the time for the bitch.

There was an message on Mark’s phone. Neil knew the code to hear it so he picked up the phone.

"Marc, its Liz. Have you heard from Neil. Mom and the kids want to know what’s happening," said the message.

"Bitch," said Neil. He looked around his kitchen. "Mark." He yelled. The response was a moan and stumbling footsteps. "Mark," he yelled again. The footsteps picked up pace.

Neil pulled the clip out of his pistol he replaced it even though it still had a few bullets in it. Mark came down the stairs.  He was pale and blood covered him. Neil couldn’t see and injury.

"Stop," he yelled at Mark. Mark looked at him. Neil fired a round into Mark’s leg. Mark fell the last six steps down the stairs.

"You fucking dumbass," said Neil. He walked up and fired a round into the top of Marc’s head. He grabbed his brother’s shirt and drug him out. He placed his body at the bottom of the back gate. He placed the other two bodies at the gate.

It would take a number of them to push open the gate. Neil walked back inside. He checked to make sure that hi doors were locked. He glanced out the window. Several slow moving people walking down the street. He undressed for a shower.

He thought of his wife, as much of a bitch as she was she had a good rack. She expected to save money even though she wanted to a larger house and more kids while she only worked part time. Neil thought he should forget about her, but concentrated on her tits and came.

He finished his shower and went into his closet. He pulled out his extra guns, a 45 magnum and an old shotgun. He made that they were loaded and gather all the ammo he had stored in the house. He gathered them up with his weapons and some extra supplies. Neil looked outside.

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