From his sitting position, Tony was at a major disadvantage even before adding the fact that his father was a good fifty pounds heavier than him. Tony struggled to push his father's chomping slobbering mouth away from him. Tony pushed with his left as he searched with his right for anything that could be of use. As his father's teeth inched closer and closer, Tony's hand felt nothing but rug. Suddenly he grabbed a hold of something metallic and heavy. Heaving it with all of his might, he caught his father right in the temple. Tony's father was dazed long enough for Tony to get out from under him and run around the bloody bed and to the room's closet. His father slowly rose to his feet and began to stumble to his son.
Tony realized that he had his father's hand gun box in his hands. He punched the code and grabbed one of the double action revolvers inside while letting the rest of it drop. The identical nickel plated .45 colt wheel guns were one of the few guns that survived his father's selling spree. He aimed the gun without checking whether or not it was loaded.
"Move another damn step and I swear I'll shoot!" Tony shouted out. His father continued forward closing their gab to a mere 3 feet. Tony pressed the trigger. The hammer made a dull click.
"Shit!" Tony said as he dove for the gun box. His father got closer and closer as Tony fumbled the cylinder open and grabbed up some rounds. After putting in four rounds, he closed the cylinder and fired. His father stumbled back a little, but showed no other reaction to the heavy round slamming into his shoulder. Tony backed into a corner as his father continued his strange staggering stroll towards his son.
As Tony continued this strange Russian roulette to stop his father, the banging on the doors grew louder as the two monsters on the other side grew desperate for food. After another click, Tony put two more rounds into his father's chest. Sweat beads grew upon Tony's brow as another dull click resounded. When his father's groping hands were less than a foot away, Tony pressed the trigger. The final round flew forward, tearing through the zombie's neck. The huge exit wound created by the round decapitated the recently deceased man finally ending his pseudo-life.
Tony's breathing grew heavy and labored while his chest rose up and down. He lowered the now empty gun before letting it fall with a thud. As he laid against the wall, he lowered his head and closed his eyes letting everything just wash over him. Everything seemed distant now. Even the heavy slamming on the door had grown silent.
To Tony all of this was just too impossible to be true. His father was dead. His relatives were zombies.
'No not all of them', he thought. His sister and brother were in Texas still.
'But', he thought, 'what if this thing had spread all over. What then?' He was dragged out of his reprieve by a scream coming from outside of his window. He went to it and looked out. From the second floor window, he got an excellent view of the bowels of hell.
Smoke rose in deep gray wisps as they puffed out of unknown fires. Everywhere people were in a panic. Some were trying to get out of the city. Some were just trying to survive the moment. He looked down when he saw that many were failing in their attempts.
The window he was at looked over the driveway that was next to the house. A heavy white metal gate protected his tomato red pickup, a strange sight when framed by the nightmare. He absently touched his back pocket which contained his keys.
"What now then, Tony?" He asked himself again this time out loud. As his relatives continued to bang on the door, it began to really sink in what they had become. He didn't want to become that. Not at all.
He picked up the empty wheel gun off of the ground and walked around his father to the pile containing some bullets and the other revolver. He reloaded one revolver and put the other in the box along with the two spare bullets. He put it in his book bag which, oddly enough had stayed on his back. He looked at the closet remembering that there was a long gun box which he thought contained some ammo and a shotgun. He quickly went inside of it and pulled out the gun box. He turned to the window, a man set on his path.
"Now I survive"