[ WP ] The zombie apocalypse is upon us but all humans are immune to the virus . All other mammals are susceptible .

I love the warm spring days, wish my dog felt the same way. For the last two days she's refused to leave the house, ever since she got into a fight with that squirrel. Bastard took a pretty gnarly chunk out of her shoulder but luckily the vet said she will be right as rain health wise. Her pride on the other hand might well be gone seeing as a 25 kilo boxer was bested by a raging.5 kilo squirrel. I was going to find out soon though that there were other reasons she did n't want to leave the house. 
 
 Josie still would n't leave the house earlier, even for a walk so i decided to take one solo. Did n't want to let a gorgeous day slip away since I was supposed be stuck under the fluorescent glow at work all night. Turns out that walk was n't such a good idea. When i arrived back home Josie was in her kennel, not moving, not breathing, just still. The vet said she would be fine, I did n't know what happened. 
 
 This is hard to type with only three working fingers, by the way, one of which is a thumb! 
 
 Josie was n't gone after all but it's not quite her anymore either. I heard a scuffle from the room where her kennel was and thought it was just my emotions playing a trick on me and my hopes that maybe she was n't dead. I was supposed to be taking her into the vet for tests and the subsequent cremation so luckily i was dressed to leave with my phone and keys on me. That's when my formerly loving companion and life long friend came hunkering out of the room. She was growling the most vicious growl I have ever heard any animal make. Then she decided to charge covering the thirty feet between us in only a couple leaps, coming right at me. She was most definitley alive from the way she moved but her eyes........they were cold and darker than any black I knew could exhist. There was death in her eyes, death for her and death for me. 
 
 After she barreled into me the next thing I know I'm holding her by the scruff of her neck while her teeth savagely snap at my neck and face. Being over 120 kgs and a weight lifter I had never been worried about a dog attacking me where I could n't hold my own. This was another story. I was giving my all to keep her jaws from tearing my throat out while her claws scratched and dug into me for leverage. I was able to throw her and run into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I hear the immense thud of her throwing all her weight into the door right as it latches followed by the frantic clawing trying to get in. I instintively grabbed the shotgun I used to use for hunting long ago that I keep ready with shot to incapacitate anyone unfortunate enough to break in to my house. Then I went out the window and shit got ugly. 
 
 The brief reprieve from the raging animal inside my home trying to kill me was cut short by the squirrels in the trees letting out a high pitched shrill that will haunt me for the rest of my days, however few I have left. One took a full swan dive straight down toward me. I pulled up the gun along with my eyes looking straight down the barrel until it lined up with the little rodents body and gave the death lever an even squeeze. The squirrel evaporated into a mist of red and brown. Now, squirrels are fast little pricks but the speed in which two more attacked me before pulling my eyes away from the soup I made of their friend was unfathomable. One on my neck and one sinking his teeth into my right hand. I slammed the little fucker on my hand into the side of the house feeling the tiny bones inside him shatter but he did n't let go. It took two more solid shots before his head popped and he went limp. 
 
 Now, if you do n't know anything about squirrles they have razor sharp claws they use for practicing parkour in tree tops along with big rodent teeth they use to crack nuts. So it should n't have came as a surprise when after the little guy went limp he clung to my hand with his claws and teeth firmly embedded in me. 
 
 So, it was time to deal with the assasin still at my neck trying to burrow inside. I grabbed it with my `` good'' hand that was n't a gory mess with a dead rodent attached to it. This was not the best course of action but it was the only one I had. At this point rage set in and I proceeded to smash that little son of a bitch into oblivion. But, not before my functioning hand took an enormous amount of damage. Even picking up the shotgun felt impossible. 
 
 That's when the screaming hit me. From all around there was chaos and panick being projected from blocks away. I went around to the front yard and see my neighbor across the street staring at me with a dumbfounded look, appearing more confused than usual. He looks at my hands and began to raise his to point out the obvious blood rushing from both of mine when a rabbit, A FUCKING RABBIT, comes out of nowhere and goes full face hugger on him. Call it cowardly but my first reaction was to run back inside away from any other animals that might want to have a go. But i forgot about one problem. 
 
 As soon as I shut the door I hear the rush of four paws around the corner, down the hall, and coming fast. I jumbled the shotgun in my blood drenched hands and pulled it up in front of me. Using my left hand upside down as a support under the barrel and my middle finger from my other hand now the trigger man due to all my other ones being rendered useless. Josie came sliding out from the hallway, her paws losing traction on the wood floor. I aimed the gun at the psychotic beast that was once my best friend and pulled the trigger. Click....... 
 
 Turns out that after getting tag teamed by two squirrles and watching Bugs Bunny take out Elmer Fudd I neglected to remember to pump the shotgun. After having the classic `` oh shit'' moment I went to load another shell to realize my hand was a slippery usesless mess. Somehow though my brain decided to improvise. The `` Livestrong'' rubber band I was wearing that went out of style years ago was able to catch the corner of pump and I ripped back as hard as I could. That little yellow piece of rubber was just strong enough to pull it back. I flicked my wrist forward slamming the next shell into the barrel. I brought the gun up but she was already in the air, flying toward me. I began to fall back as soon as she made contact with the barrel and gave the trigger a good pull taking apart her upper torso and sending her careening into the wall adjacent to me. Almost her entire front torso was missing. Her neck and head connected to her ass end by part of a rib cage and a shoulder, but she was still alive. Snapping, snarling, and attempting to drag her way toward me to finish what the squirrels had started. Dazed, angry, and bloodied I managed to pump the shotgun one more time and put Josie out of her pain for good. 
 
 Getting patched up was a chore and I need better medical supplies but I ca n't leave the house. Not after looking outside and seeing the tirade of typically normal neighborhood animals swarming anything that moved. Gazing out over the deathly wasteland that was once a nice suburban neighborhood, there was only one thing running through my mind...... 
 
 `` How long can the cages at the zoo hold those fucking gorillas?'' 
 
 
 
 Edit: some spelling
