Ka-Chunk. He ejected another shell, aimed and pulled the trigger. The zombie’s head disappeared in a cloud of blood and brain as its body was thrown back by the power of the impact. Quickly, the man reloaded his shotgun, getting ready for the next assault.
They stumbled slowly towards him, blindly following the delicious odour of human flesh. Rotten limbs extended in his direction, dead hands reaching for life. He would teach them a lesson they would never forget. He was ready.
Not everyone had been that lucky, of course. As soon as the news of a mysterious epidemic had spread, he had started to prepare. In the dawn of disaster, the had left a dying race behind, a race being wiped out by the dead and, more even, by themselves.
Riots and wars, murders and crimes had been the strings in the orchestra of the humans’ demise. Few had survived, spread across continents stripped of all civilisation, slowly preparing to start all over.
Maybe it was better that way. After all, zombies were fun. He smiled.