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man played in his head for a situation it had nothing to do with. Nonetheless, he would make sure these creatures would surely be dead once he got done with them.
    But, that was before his old man’s accident… After, the guns sat in the closet collecting dust.
    He grabbed his telephone and pressed 9-1-1 with determination, to only be greeted by a busy signal.
    “Fuck!” he spat.
    Realization settled in. Could this be the end of the world? How many people were alive? He had to find out.
    Eli booked it into the living room and turned on the television. Every channel he flicked to lit up with the Emergency Alert System. All the headlines read the same thing: A national outbreak spreading like wildfire, all starting on the East Coast. Within an hour other cities and towns were overrun. Some channels were kind enough to show live-action footage of the chaos. Zombies terrorized the living. People were being ripped to shreds on live T.V.
    Nobody could stop it.
    Eli gulped, and slowly sat on his couch. His eyes didn’t leave the screen. They couldn’t look elsewhere, no matter how hard he tried to stop watching.
    To his side, glass shattered into pieces, scattering along the carpet. The noise sent Eli up on his feet. A few zombies tried to climb through his window at the same time, getting themselves stuck.
    He aimed, waiting for them to make eye contact.
    Then he pulled the trigger.

Chapter 7
     
    “Kenneth Patterson”
     
    Tuesday, October 14, 2014
    2 Miles Outside of Kingston, NY
    8:42 p.m.
     
    Simply put… their friend Kenneth was a rager when it came to any sort of video games. He screamed, he cursed, sometimes—a majority of the time, actually—he tossed his controller at the television whenever he was killed or lost a game. Controller fragments from about eight different controllers lay on the dusty, stained carpet that was home to scattered potato chip crumbs in Kenneth’s bedroom.
    Matt and Kyle were sitting on the floor, ready to pack it in and call it a night the moment Kenneth restarted another race, blaming his controller for not working. Until he won, then laughed and calmed down.
    Matt picked up an empty can of sardines that still had leftover liquid swishing around inside next to him, grossed out. “Umm, Ken, when are you gonna clean your room?”
    “Whenever my fuckin’ cock suckin’ mother decides to clean this shit up.”
    Kyle and Matt exchanged glances. Kyle replied, “Meat, you’re thirty-two. Don’t you think it’s your responsibility?”
    Kenneth gnawed into the bone of a chicken leg, making sure all the meat and flavor was gone. “Fuck off, shrimp. Why y’all call me Meat for?”
    “Because you’re a fat-ass and all you do is eat,” Matt said seriously. “We’re surprised you haven’t turned into a cannibal yet.”
    “Don’t test me, Matthew. I’ll be sure to eat the meat from your bones first. ” “That was kind of suspect, Ken.”
    Kenneth looks up. The last space on the floor wasn’t occupied. “Where the fuck is that skinny ass at?”
    Matt nudged Kyle’s arm signaling for him to speak up. Kyle hesitated at first, then thought of a way out, “Helping your mommy with something… I think.”
    Kenneth banged hard on the wall behind his bed, which separated his mother’s bedroom from his own. “Ma! Where the fuck is Skinny at? Ma!”
    All three of them could hear faint, yet heavy huffing and rattling going on in the other room. “I haven’t… seen him… Kenneth…,” his mom finally spoke.
    Matt and Kyle gulped as Kenneth maneuvered his look to them. Anger consumed him, his nostrils flared, and steam shot out of his ears. His hands closed into fists, he leaned in, demanding that they tell him the God’s honest truth before saying one more word. He pointed at his mom’s room. “Is that skinny fucker fuckin’ my moms’? If neither of you tell the truth, I will bash your fuckin’ brains in with my console. Do you fuckin’ hear me you twat stained