Jeremy had just left the hospital and was on his way home in his new black Dodge Ram. When he got home, he went inside and yelled "Christi. I'm home, are you here?"
"Yes, I'm here honey." came the reply from the shower. Jeremy gets a big grin on his face as Christi asks him to finish the shower with her. He walks to the bathroom door and opens it up. It is warm and steamy inside and Jeremy can see his wife's silhouette in the shower curtain.
"God I'm lucky. How did I end up with such a beautiful wife?" he thinks to himself. Jeremy gets undressed and steps into the shower with his wife. Christi turns around and starts giggling.
"What's so funny?" he asked. All the thinking about his wife had made him forget to take of his boxers. "Dammit! Hold on a minute." he says. He steps out of the shower and takes off his boxers. When he gets back in he starts kissing Christi. He puts his hand on one of her breasts and continues to kiss her. They slowly lower down to the floor of the shower and start having sex. After about half an hour, they both got out of the shower and got dressed. "I'm going to go organize the shelter and clean my collection for a while okay?" he asked Christi.
"That's alright." she said "Just don't stay out there too long." Jeremy got up and walked outside. The shelter was mostly underground except for the entrance. The door was made of solid titanium and had and airlock seal. Jeremy was one of the many people who thought the world was going to end in the year 2010. It's now 2013 and the world is fine and Jeremy has a shelter for nothing but his gun collection now. He walked up to the door and typed in his code on the tiny alarm computer. The door opened with a loud hiss and Jeremy walked in. The walls were covered with any modern weapons you could imagine. MP5's, Grenade launchers, flamethrowers, anything used in modern military combat. "There's my good ol' collection." Jeremy said. He takes great pride in his collection because it took him a long time to collect them all. He grabbed a rag and some polish and pulled one of his guns off the wall. He poured a bead of polish on the rag and started to polish his gun. After all his guns were polished, he got up and went over to the food storage. He was checking to see if everything had labels when the whole shelter shook, knocking him to the ground. It sounded like the sound of a nuclear explosion. As soon as the ground stopped shaking, Jeremy got up and ran to the door of the shelter. He punched in the code and squeezed through the door as soon as he could. What he saw when he got outside made his knees collapse out from under him. His house was halfway gone and what was left was on fire. The sudden realization that his wife was in there forced him to stand up and run to the back door, into the house.
"Christi! Christi where are you?" He didn't realize that he was screaming at the top of his lungs because he wanted to find her so bad. He ran into the front room and saw his wife laying down on the couch dead. Somehow she had escaped being charred beyond recognition, but she was still dead. Jeremy started yelling. "Christi! Talk to me. Your not dead. You can't be dead. You haven't lived long enough or seen enough to die now." it was too hard for him to talk anymore. His throat hurt too much from choking back his tears. Just a few minutes ago he wanted to see his wife so badly, now he wished he hadn't found her at all. The image will be scarred in his brain forever. He picked up her head and combed his fingers through her hair. He got up and turned around to head back to the shelter. He couldn't stand to look at Christi's dead body anymore. He heard a moan behind him and snapped back around. Christi stood up from the couch and stared at him. The moment of joy quickly turned to fright as Christi lunged at him trying to bite him. Jeremy easily dodged her and ran outside into the shelter. He quickly closed the door and sat on a bench and cried. Suddenly, he heard something banging at the door of the shelter. He ran to the security monitors and saw it was Christi. She banged on the door and it eventually gave into her strange power. Jeremy grabbed the shotgun on the counter and checked to make sure it had shells in it. It did. He cocked the gun and waited for Christi to come down the hallway. He was majorly pissed off now. Christi turned the corner and Jeremy began to fire. Blue blood splattered everywhere along with Christi's body parts. It took the full eight rounds from the shotgun to kill the zombie. Jeremy walked into his gun room. He grabbed his custom made trench coat off the wall and started pulling guns off the wall and putting them in the holsters he made. He grabbed a military sized backpack full of ammo and stepped out of the shelter. He heard a scream come from the direction of Logan's house and started running that way. "I'm coming Logan. Just hold on." he thought to himself as he ran.