Utterly Mad

      I stood outside an old abandoned three-story house, muffled music coming from inside. I re-adjusted my coat and opened up the trunk of my car, the faint glow of it's light shining against my face as I grabbed my gear; A suppressed semi-automatic shotgun, a suppressed 9mm pistol, and a nail hammer. I put the 9mm into my coat and hung the hammer against my belt. I walked up to the door and gave it three. Sturdy. Knocks.

     "Who's.... There?" The undead wheezed from inside and I rose the shotgun to vaguely head-level. A moment passed as the undead answered the door, a short zombie wearing a white backwards baseball cap and wifebeater, wielding a tire-iron, widened his eyes as I splattered his skull against the wall paper. I looked around the room, the music much louder now. There's a 9mm pistol resting against the couch and stairs leading up. I walked up the stairs and was met with another of the tire iron Zombies, I drew my hammer as he shouted and ran towards me. I swung the hammer, cracking him across the jaw, breaking it and driving a neat, round hole into his skull. There was the racking of pistols, semi autos in the next room. I sighed, Oh joy, guns. I put the hammer back on my belt and readied my shotgun. I gave the door leading into the next room another three. Sturdy. Knocks. The zombies in the next room wheezed in confusion, arguing before one answered it and was met with a face-full of buckshot, splattering his skull. I drove more buckshot into the chest of the next zombie, making him almost fall apart into meaty chunks. I heard frantic stomping up the stairs as I drew my own 9mm and fired a reaction shot towards the undead stomping up the stairs, driving it directly into his skull. Brain matter, chunks of skull, and gore stuck against the aging wallpaper. Cautious steps creak down from the third floor and I instinctively dove towards a table as shots rang out. I hear a magazine drop to the floor and I rose the shotgun and fi-

     Click

     Aw shit.

     Several more shots dig into the cheap wood table as I rose the 9mm and fired three shots into the zombie's chest. I put the shotgun on my back via it's strap and walked down the stairs and fired a quick, reactionary shot into another Zombie's skull, dropping him as he died before he even hit the ground. I down the hall and got to the otherside of the house and opened the door, seeing a zombie having a cigarette, oblivious of what happened inside his hangout as I pressed the muzzle of my handgun against the back of his head, driving it's last round into his skull as the slide racked back. My car's headlights turn on as I double check my work, sighing as I enter my car and head back home.