Debra was ecstatic. She just had to tell someone. She had just been engaged to the nicest man imaginable. Geoff was the always the kindest, the most caring, and the cutest man that Debra had ever laid eyes on, and they were engaged! She frantically picked up the phone and dialled in her mother's home number. They weren't home. The answering machine made a chirpy tone and asked Debra to record a message, she duly agreed.
"Hi, mom, its Debra. You will, like, not believe the amazing thing that has just happened. You remember Geoff, that nice man who helped us that summer in Iowa? We're engaged! I'm so happy! I hope you are too. Oh please call me back when you get this message, love you mom"
She put the receiver down and danced eagerly on the spot. Nothing could go wrong. She flicked the TV on, every channel was aflame with news reports on such things as, "Biological catastrophe", "Armageddon", "Severe Rioting", and "Terrorist Attack" Debra didn't really pay much attention to the news normally, but something caught her attention. In one of the camera shots of "disaster" she saw what looked like a group of people devouring the remains of another. His entrails were spilled across the sidewalk, whilst the news broadcaster stood on the opposite end of the street calling out to the cameraman, "Everyone must evacuate the area to a secure location and await further instructions. You home is not safe, get out and drive to the police roadblock near route 114B, its also vital to avoid any…." His eyes suddenly widened and his face ran white and pale, "JESUS! MIKE LOOK OUT!!!!!!" He bellowed, but the camera dropped and turned to static. The sound still remained, all that could be heard was the final cries of the cameraman and the panicked squeal of the news broadcaster as he was engulfed my shuffling moans.
"Crazy media horse-shit"
Debra turned off the TV and sluggishly moved across the lounge. She peered out the window. All was still in the estate. The deafening quiet of a Sunday morning loomed over any possibilities of doom and despair. Then the door swung open. Debra span on her heels to see the mystery guest to her suburban home.
"Geoff, honey? Is that you?"
The shambling figure slid closer ever so sluggishly. Debra went near her presumed fiancée, but he clawed at her as she approached.
"Geoff? Have you been drinkin' again?"
The being raised its head and let out a bowel rumbling moan. Its maw was sprayed with an assortment of claret and crimson. Gashes and scars littered its corpse, blood slowly oozing from the broken flesh. Debra looked down to his leg and saw both bones of his shin had parted ways. Both bones jarred out of Geoff's leg with yellowing flesh around their base.
"Fuck! Geoff, honey. What the fuck happened to your leg?"
Once again Debra looked at her fiancée's corpse, this time in the eyes. Both orbs in Geoff's head had long since whitened and drowned in puss. He stared ahead into nothing and began his approach on Debra again. She stumbled back over a wooden stool and fell to the floor.
"Geoff, for fucks sake, what are you doing? I could've been killed!"
Geoff's corpse slowly crumpled forward and landed on Debra. She tried to move away, but Geoff's clammy hand gripped her. Just then the agonizing pain of broken bone sank into her calf muscle. Geoff began tearing the very fibre of her leg away with blood spraying in every direction. She howled in pain and cried for submission. Zombie Geoff raked his broken fingers across Debra and began peeling the skin from her back. No matter how much she pleaded, Geoff kept prying her apart and feasting on her contents. Her gaze turned to dust as more of the undead began shuffling into her home to feed on the fresh kill. She was the lucky one.