[ WP ] A man is locked in his bedroom . His zombified wife and children struggle against the door to beat it down . A loaded pistol rests on the dresser next to him .

It began with a twisted ebola strain in the Congo. The first of its kind to be spread airborne, and as the old movies went, some were immune. My eldest, and my wife, they were not so fortunate. 
 
 Manhattan Island was a festering rift of death. All who were succepable died within days or fled. The virus was evolving at an incredible rate, and soon it gained the abilities of some fungi in Africa. To repurpose the brain, flipping the switch from survival, to spread. It was devestating, the news broadcast from the Presidential Compound in Alaska showed the fear live, the very children and wife of our *Leader* attacking the camera and their loved one. 
 
 The period of persistence, as the scientists reffered to it, is forty-eight hours, then the corpse degenerates beyond movement capacity and the heart either explodes or tears. By that point all of humanity is gone from the individual. 
 
 We, like many others, fled to the uppermost skyscapers in an effort to avoid the tainted air. Down below was a smog-ridden wasteland of fires, cars, and corpses. 
 
 But the wind in the city travels up. Ever seen upside-down rain on the Empire State? That was the very place, and very thing, that killed them. 
 
 I now cower in this room. 
 
 I now hold out against my fears. 
 
 I now hold the pistol. 
 
 You see, they can still speak and form coherent sentences for the first several hours of their infection. But my hope is gone - my daughter, and my wife. I hear them both. `` Daddy! Daddy help, I'm scared,'' I ca n't blame her. `` John! JOHN. Dammit John, please. Please, John.'' My wife... oh how is this fair? `` Do n't you hurt our boy, John.'' 
 
 I keep my son close by, he's under the bed, but they'll find him soon if they keep at their rasp - they can speak, but they do n't know what they're doing. Bashing on the door, wood begining to splinter. I ca n't decide. 
 
 I only have three bullets, and I do n't know what's worse.
