The flames were engulfing the house. Despair encompassed me as I realized I was at deaths door. The only question was what would take us there.

With my pistol at my side, I gazed out of a window upon the horde waiting away from the fire in the trees. Listlessly, almost pathetically, Jess slumped to the floor behind me and her sobs told me she had conceded.

I staggered back from the window and could feel the uncomfortable weight of my pistol. It could be quick. Painless.

The thought left my mind as a crash resounded around us. The house was coming down. I glanced towards Jess and I felt invigorated. It wasn’t going to be like this. No way. Not after all this. We weren’t the last two for no reason.

I gripped her arm, looked into her eyes and said, “Not like this. Not today.” Her eyes flashed with determination, gazing into mine.

Bravado pulsed through my veins as I searched for an escape. Then I saw it. Through the window in the garage was our boon, a Jeep. The only problem was all the zombies on route.