Consumed by my daily missions.

2:33 AM... Screams echo outside. Not a peacock. Terrifying!!! Take my pistol from the night stand. Check on my family. Clear my home... Look out the windows. I see nothing... I head back to my sleepless bed.

3:33 AM... I hear snarling and scratching at my front door. Not a raccoon, something much larger. I move to look out the peep hole, when all of the sudden my door comes crashing down upon me. I'm pinned down!!! A rotten hand frantically scratches at me from the side. Adrenalin pumping; I toss the door and its bearer off of me. Now I can see who... wtf... I've lost my pistol during the scuffle. It's coming back at me fast! I retreat to the living room. A fire place poker will do. It lunges at me again. Swing and a hit. It doesn't seem bothered by loosing half of its face. With still one good eye it proceeds with assault. I pin it between a table and wall; as it scratches at me tearing flesh from skin. I use all my strength to lunge the poker through its head, pinning it to the dry wall.

Still in shock while assessing the situation I hear screaming and groaning from my sons room. I run to him; twisting my ankle on my found pistol. 3 more of the these monsters have taken his life. They are huddled around him feasting... I empty my clip. They turn their attention to me. I run to a closet holding the door shut while they scratch and groan outside. There must be dozens now. I hear my wife and daughter screaming. All I can do is hold the door shut while I cry. I start feeling nauseous. Much worse than sick. I lose my strength to hold the door and fall to the floor. My half eaten wife opens the door with her new friends. They stare past me...

I am now UnDead...