[ 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 .

The thuds at the door and the groaning had gotten louder. They could smell the life in the room, the fresh flesh awaiting their teeth. 
 On the other side, a man sat hunched over against the far wall. He held a glistening silver magnum and a bottle of whiskey. He lifted his head to consume the last of the contents and threw it across the room. He knew what needed to be done. He rose to his feet and readied himself. 
 The door gave way and in rushed the corpses that were once his family. The first shot struck his wife in the neck, sending blackened blood to spray from the wound. The second struck his son is the chest while the third found his head. Finally, his daughter appeared in the doorway. Her eyes wide, her mouth open baring her rotten teeth. He leveled his weapon and fired. His daughter fell back, a bullet lodged between her eyes. The father collapsed back against the wall, tears blinding his vision. He placed the barrel against his head and fired.
