The Dead Don't Knock

Not sure when it happened, exactly. The first I noticed was when my wife popped out for the evening. I went out, to find her, and I heard them.... out there.... roaming around looking for flesh to feast upon. My wife never did come home that night. My only guess is that they got her. I just hope they ate enough of her to stop her coming back as one of them - she deserves to rest in peace at least. She deserved that much. A few days, holed-up in my house... that's all.... a few days hiding out. Give them enough time to wander off looking for food. Increase my chances of getting out of here without coming face to face with the Horde. Just hope they don't find a way into my terraced house, in the meantime. I fear them as much as I fear looters. Funny - the survivors of the infection.... never would have thought they'd be worse but... their unpredictable, greedy nature.... they're worse alright. Hopefully looters won't find a way in here either. Not whilst I'm still hiding out. Two days. Need to get my act together.... need to be ready..... * * * * * From the author of the '9 Months' trilogy and the 'Happy Ever After' trilogy comes his first short-story adventure set in a world being consumed by 'the crazy'.