Snippet #1779697

The middle-aged, food-stained man stepped downstairs. The front door was open and he approached it, a hand shutting it tightly. However, no lock was turned, or chain placed... Instead, he turned back and made his way into the kitchen. It was empty... Just the same old mess. Despite being a slob, this man had always been a bit of an obsessive-compulsive when it came to Kitchen cleanliness... But he had stockpiled so much from what he gathered during the initial chaos that he had to deal with a kitchen filled almost entirely with boxes and rubbish stashed up high. Every time he came into the damn place there seemed to be more; now was no exception. It had gotten to the point where he rarely came downstairs, because it got on his nerves.

His wife had always been a Pig. So had his son. He wouldn't allow himself to fall that far, he thought hypocritically while stepping towards the window and placing the baseball bat he had held, down on the counter. He lifted the sheets he had nailed to keep out the prying eyes, then peeked through. There was nothing out there... Quiet...

"Damn boxes..." He grumbled, kicking one out of the way and then turning to make his way to the fridge. He opened it and saw the remains of his family. Oh yeah...

He had forgot about that.

He let out a raspberry sigh, then slammed it shut. When he turned, he came face to face with Kyle Jaeger, who was standing over him with the bat he had placed down.

"How the-.. How the fuck did you get there?" The man growled, while stepping back 'til his back hit the electrical appliance. Boxes... There always seemed to be more than the last time he came down. This time it wasn't just a trick of the mind- Kyle had cleared them out to hide in the cupboards at floor-level, the risk being that the man wouldn't notice another couple of containers among the rest. It had worked.. And he had scrambled out again when Slob was too busy reminiscing over the heads of his wife and son, stored and wrapped neatly in ice-filled clingfilm, to notice the noise.

Slob rummaged through his belt for the pistol he kept at his side, but Kyle moved quickly and tried to bat him around the face. He hit, but the swinging arm hadn't been strong enough. The man hit the floor, dazed as Kyle recovered from the recoil. He stood over him, saying nothing while he raised his Bat higher again... And he was about to bring it down for a finishing blow- no mercy for those sick fucks who used the Apocalypse as an excuse; no mercy for those who threw away all value for Human life, just because life was threatened- when a gunshot rang out from under him; disturbing the entire street, alerting every zombie for a mile, and making Kyle step back...

He was confused.

What the... Fuck...