Dead End? Part 2

This part is pretty lame, part 3 is much better.

Two weeks after the bomb had wiped out London the virus had spread rapidly all over the country. Only about five percent of the population with the rare blood type AB seemed unaffected. Paul had gone to bed with his wife of four years with his son asleep in the next room. What he woke up to will scar his memory for the rest of his life. His wife started to cough violently which roused him from sleep. "You ok honey?, what's wrong" he said with alarm in his voice. She was shaking like mad and breathing very erratically Paul was beside himself with worry, he'd seen this before.

One week earlier in the village hall the town had got together for a meeting to decide the battle plan needed to survive. No news of a virus had reached them with the phones down and the internet not working. Paul was drinking a cup of tea listening to his next door neighbour giving a speech (to the worried few who had made it) on food rationing when he noticed a few people starting to cough around him. Within two minutes of hearing the first cough, everyone seemed to be doing it. Then they all started to shake uncontrollably in their chairs and thrash their heads from side to side before they all just stopped. There was about five seconds of silence before the place was turned into an absolute bloodbath. Paul who was sitting at the back saw the look in their eyes change as everyone started attacking one another. There were no fists thrown. They were clawing and biting each other like wild animals. Paul had to smash a chair over the head of his old school teacher Mrs Robson to prevent her from trying to bite him with a look in her eyes of pure rage. He had bolted for the back door and escaped, not before he had turned round and seen the carnage. People he once new and had drunk and ate with were now on top of each other tearing out each others eyes and eating whatever flesh was on show.

When Sally had stopped shaking she just lie there. She didn't move a muscle for a few seconds which seemed like minutes to Paul. Then she sat up quickly and turned to look at Paul with a blank look in her eyes and a strange expression on her face. She went to stand up. "I'm so sorry honey" Paul said with tears in his eyes as he brought the claw hammer down, there was an almighty crack as the claw embedded in her skull followed by a fountain of blood that oozed out of the open wound and soaked the bed with blood and brain matter. Sally collapsed on the bed face down with the hammer still sticking out of her head. Paul slumped to the floor in despair he couldn't keep his eyes of the hammer sticking out of his dead wife's head "What have I done?" he shouted before he heard Peter calling for his mum as he often did in the morning followed by the dog barking and something else. "Did Peter just cough" he thought to himself as he stood up and pulled the hammer out of his wife's head with a crunch.

Part 3 to follow at some point.....