[ 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 .

A chrome plated Smith & Wesson.357 magnum lays askew on the dresser top, dropped there unconcernedly by it's owner. Silence echoes in the room louder than the previous six explosions that erupted forth from the barrel of the pistol not ten seconds before. The face of the man standing over the bodies of his wife and two daughters is contorted in silent horror and grief as he looks upon the deed he has just performed. His body begins to tremble as he drops to his knees and lets forth a cry of anguish, breaking the lull of the soundless room. His cries become muffled as he gathers the bodies together before him into his arms and lowers his face onto the tops of their blood soaked scalps. Between the agonized sobs that wrack his body, he hears a soft shuffling and moaning emanating from down the hallway through the open bedroom door next to him. The man knows what is coming for him. He does not care.
