The Groaning, the dark sounds filling my mind, I can feel them their bony disintegrating fingers clawing at the door, coming for me, coming to find me. It has been so little time just yesterday I would have laughed if they told me They would be outside my door. I do not understand, what did I do? What did I ever do in my life to deserve this? I went to church every week. I prayed I sacrificed I held my Lenten fast. God, why have you forsaken me? All I know is I will not be one of them. I look upon the fine gun by my side…. .357 magnum… my pride and joy. A Desert Eagle so finely made lost it's virginity to the walking dead. I cannot stand to think of them as people. No human devours all his or her friends and family…. I slowly run my fingers over the sleek chromed barrel. I got a few of them…. But there is no way I will last on one bullet… I sigh deeply place the gun under my chin and think of my girls, Samantha…. Jenny. I am so sorry; Daddy will not be coming home for Christmas. Julie. I thought you were crazy moving to Texas…. But now I thank you…. I can feel the tear slide down my cheek as I slowly pull the trigger…. Blam.