[ WP ] A mutation in a man 's DNA of his lungs allows him to survive a chemical missile attack . After roaming through a ghost town for an hour , he sees the glow of two eyes in the distance .

I have the ability to turn any chemical ( that already has oxygen in it ) in my lungs into oxygen. Unfortunately, the same proteins that let me do this also do n't let me run without instantly losing breath. 
 
 And something is running closer. And he -- no, it -- looks hungry. 
 
 This creature looked like a man, except for bright yellow eyes with no iris. This creature was taller than me, with sharp claws and, as it drew closer, I could what smelled like rotting flesh coming off of him. I realized, to my horror, that the body was n't actually alive. 
 
 This is why the sent the missile. To kill this thing. 
 
 I could not run. So I searched for a weapon. A soldier caught in the blast had left several weapons; so I tried using guns on the beast. Surprisingly, it actually slowed down the creature -- despite what the movies tell you, bullets hurt, even when you're undead, apparently. The beast eventually crumpled on the floor. Was it dead? 
 
 Refusing to take a chance, I began to gather a machete and a nearby flamethrower. I reached some grenades, then I noticed the creature stirring. 
 
 And then the creature was right in front of me. It had jumped several feet in one bound. With my heart beating wildly in my chest, I turned the flamethrower on the creature. The beast screamed, but the heat from the flames singed me, and I realized soon the heat would harm me more than it. 
 
 Inwardly, I despaired. I was fighting a monster that wore a dead man's body, how could I kill what was already dead? Suddenly, an idea struck me. Perhaps I could use the foul beasts nature against it. 
 
 I turned off the flamethrower and walked as quickly as my lungs would let me to the nearest house, hoping to my god that the house had what I needed. I heard the creature make a sound through it's rotting lungs that I assumed was laughter. It thought I was trying to hide. I was laying a trap. I went into the kitchen, took out my machete, and turned around. 
 
 The monster stood there, smiling. I placed my machete high in the air, and then yelled out a war cry as I began to fight for my life. 
 
 The monster, in turn, fought me. It's razor sharp claws attempted to rip at my face. I dodged each blow with my machete, searching for an opening to hack at the beast. Finally, I cut off one of its right arm. The creature stared in shock as the limb fell with a sickeningly soft sound. I tried to use the distraction to hack at the other arm, but the monster backhanded me, with a rageful howl. 
 
 I laid on the floor, with blood in my vision. Despite my pain, I could n't rest now, I was so close. I used my new position to hack his feet off. Suddenly losing its footing, the creature gave me enough time to get up and cut off its other arm. As the creature lay there, limbless and impotent, I immediately went to the next part of my plan, emptying the freezer of the kitchen. And then I felt an arm throwing me into the kitchen sink. 
 
 The monster could use its limbs, even when apart. I heard the faucet bing turned, and my head was soon submerged under water. 
 
 Unfortunately for it, I could n't drown. I tore the monster's hands off of me, and threw into the freezer. I then threw the rest of the body in there, set the freezer to its coldest measure, and closed the door on the snarling beast. 
 
 Around 20 minutes later, I hesitantly peeked in the door. The creature was frozen in an eternal snarl. As I had planned, even an undead monster is still in a dead body. I remember science class mentioning that dead bodies would freeze in the cold weather, so zombies would desiccate in winter. I thanked my god that a freezer was close enough to winter to work. 
 
 However, I was still not in the clear. I still had to find other people, and convince I was not the beast, and hope they would n't shoot me anyway. I was also troubled by something even worse. The people in charge of maintaining refrigeration systems and electricity were most likely killed in the bombing. Which means that eventually, that freezer would thaw out. And then the monster would re-awaken. 
 
 When that happens, even if I could run, there will no place safe for me to go. 
 

