"I'm so sorry, mum…so sorry. I…I tried." The corpse of his dead mother stood in front of Shaun.
"You didn't try…you let me die then you shot me! Pickle…how could you! I loved you!"
Shaun sank down to his knees. The other zombies in the Winchester were suddenly gone. He began sobbing. "God, I'm sorry Mum! I love you…I had too."
Suddenly his dead mother reached down and lifted him up by the front of his shirt. They were eye level, Shaun could see the bullet hole he made in the center of her forehead. Blood was still oozing down from it.
"You left my husband: Your step father to die in the car! I loved him so much! But you hated him…so you left him there."
Shaun shook his head. "Mum…please. He would have killed us all!"
Her hollow, white eyes shimmered. "As it seems you only managed to save Liz and yourself. Poor Ed…And what about Di and David…did they deserve that? No." The wailing and moaning of the zombies returned, Shaun glanced at the front of the Tavern too see the silhouettes banging on the windows. "And Liz…Poor Child…She's stuck with you. A man is supposed to be able to look after his family. You certainly did a good job with me and your father!"
He began weeping again. "Your right…I don't deserve Liz. She deserves better, I can't protect her. I'm a fucking failure!" His mum's voice suddenly seemed to be coming from every direction.
"Do it. You are a failure and you deserve the same fate I had." She dropped him, pointing up to the gun above the bar, the Winchester rifle. "Do it, shoot yourself…you deserve it. Liz will be better off without you…Just do it."
"Mum?" His voice choked. "Please, I don't really want to die…" his mother's voice became harsh.
"Did I want to die! NO! You didn't protect me, then you shot me! You deserve to die!" Suddenly the windows shattered and countless Zombies started filing in. He screamed and dropped to his knees. It was useless, he could never get away. He closed his eyes tightly as he felt the hands start to pull at his shirt.
Shaun let out a blood curdling scream and bolted upright in bed. Liz, sat beside him. Staring wide-eyed. Without saying a word she reached over and pulled his head down against her chest. They wrapped their arms around each other. Shaun's uneven breath was the only sound. "You alright?" She asked. He nodded against her.
Since Z-Day many people were having nightmares. Some who fought and lived had killed themselves days and weeks after. The UK set up more free hospitals that served with post-traumatic stress syndrome. Nearly 96 of the population that was left over were experiencing things that Soldiers who had just come out of Battle.
Shaun pulled back and Liz could see that he was crying, tear tracks stained his face. "Oh…" She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "It's okay." Shaun shook his head.
"No. I let them all die…It was all my fault. You saw Yvonne, all her family and friends made it! They all survived." He began gasping. "I should have died with them…" He covered his face with his hands. Liz placed one hand on the shaking shoulders.