HELL ON EARTH
Pounding…it's all Jack Davidson has be hearing for the past 3 days. The sound of th dead pounding on the barricaded door like mad trying to get at the fresh meat layinginside waiting for it all to end. He was running out of food and water and was starting to talk to himself since he hadn't heard from another living being since being trapped on the roof of a store.
Feeling around, he grabbed his flashlight and started to head to the side of the roof of the small convenience store he was on. Standing on the edge, shining his light and looking down at the hundreds of dead trying to climb up and grab him made him think of the past few days of this life. Images of his family, friends, and co-workers flashed before his eyes bringing a wave of pain with them. He slowly sat himself down with his legs hanging off the side of the roof and started to sob.