Survive: The Walking Apocalypse - Pt. 1

The door rattles on its hinges as they slam their bodies against it. They claw at the windows, too thick for them to break.

"Son, look at me!" He yells, grabbing my face. "Look at me!"

I force myself to look into his eyes. They act as a window to his mind. Eyes filled with fear, desperation...And love.

"Look after your sister," He commands as his blood soaks the carpet. "Don't let them get her...Don't become one of them."

I nod, tearless eyes having emptied some time ago.

"Survive, at all costs," he pleads, and with his dying breath, "I love you, son."

The door to our home collapses against their weight. They stumble through, moans filling the silence.

I rush to my feet and grab the already blood-smeared baseball bat. My little sister wails; not with fear, but for the loss of her father. I scoop her into my free arm and she clings to my neck.

One of the intruders makes a lunge for me. I sidestep and pirouette, smashing the bat into his skull. Blood sprays the walls as his skull shatters. Lucy screams with terror and my heart cries for her. Hugging her tightly, I make a rush for the back door. I swing it open and stop.

My father moans like the others. He struggles on the floor, trying to reach me. His dull, lifeless eyes stare straight through me.

I walk to him as the others close in. I press Lucy closer to my chest so that she can't see. The bat raises.

"Goodbye, Father."

Then it falls.