The baby looks up at them, and puts its thumb in its mouth, its eyes slowly close. The last image it has is that of daddy’s drooling jaws closing in around its face and tearing the flesh away in ragged chunks!!
It tries to cry, but only gurgles as the head is torn from its body, and one eye drops to the ground, staring up at the hungry mob.
The mother, hiding in small shed twenty feet away cries, knowing that she could do nothing to help him, the only real thing left of her husband, who died when the outbreak first happened. Fighting the strong urge to just walk out and let them have her too she falls asleep, and mumbles her child’s name in her sleep...
These are the nightmares that haunt that sleep as she slowly dies from the infected wound on her leg. In the courtyard the dead smell her flesh and claw at the locked doors, unable to get to her. In time the scent of living flesh fades and the dead leave, later the doors open. She shuffles into the light, hollow and without life, with one last lingering thought on her mind, “Where is that man of mine?”
Looking down she sees that ring that had once been a bond, “until death do us part”. Sticking the finger in her mouth she tears it off. Spitting the finger and ring into the gutter she looks up, a feral light in her eyes, “I guess that bond is broken”. She walks into the streets, littered now with corpses. Around her the city burns as the number of dead rises, and living fall. It’s a new world now, and amongst the new breed she stands alone, undead and aware. One burning thought sears across her mind, like the lust the others have for brains she longs to find her dead husband.
Last night she lost her child and her life, now all that remains is to lose her love, Hell has come to town and she has a mission, when that is done? Well I guess we’ll just have to see how that pans out won’t we?