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expecting, yet dreading to see, had grown even more macabre. During the time we had watched the news unfold in our living room, the smell of the contents of Jon's carved up entrails had attracted a multitude of flies who's constant buzzing had impaired our hearing to the point that we were unable to hear the real danger that awaited us in the next room.
    Later as we learned more about the menacing creatures that were roaming our world, we would find that the smell of the rotting flesh of the zombies would usually be the reason that flies were attracted to them, but in this case, Jon had not been a member of the undead long enough for his body to start to putrefy. Therefore, the feces leaking from his ripped and torn intestines was the culprit in this instance.
    When we reentered the kitchen, we found that the immense rabble of flies was not the only thing that was hovering over our former neighbor Jon, Julie his wife had made her way to our patio doorway and was making a meal of what was left of Jon's now cadaverous corpse.
    Now seeing her, and hearing her over the hideous buzzing of the massive amount of flies, we watched in horror as our new visitor snarled and spit, all the while biting and tearing away the flesh from her now dead husband's bones, partially chewing it, then gulping it down, reminiscent of a wild dog wolfing down its prey.
    It was clear Julie too was infected; extremely dangerous, and bound to attack us as soon as she realized we were in her presents.
    Without uttering a word, I turned and ran as fast as I could to my bedroom closet, where my gun safe was located.
    I thought to myself.
    " Hurry Jack, faster !"
    I fiddled with the safes combination for only a few seconds before I was able to swing the door open, but that few seconds seemed like hours.
    My first choice was my Glock 19 which was fully loaded and hanging from a gun hook right in front of me.
    Even though many of the experts will tell you to unload your gun and store the ammunition in another area, however, I was taught a long time ago, that if your gun isn't loaded when you need it, you might as well not have it.
    Trying to locate your ammunition and load your weapon (probably in the dark) while the bad guys are bearing down on you, is not only illogical, but also unadvisable. That is if you wish to stay alive.
    That advice served me well during those first hours of the apocalypse, and still does to this very day. An unloaded gun is just another blunt force object like a club; you might as well be carrying a stick or a rock.
    But enough for now on gun safety and tactics.
    In a split second, I had a gun in my hand and I was rushing back to the kitchen hoping that Julie was still preoccupied with her husband, and hadn’t noticed my family standing mere feet away.
    Returning to the kitchen, I found Jacob and Billy standing in front of Gin, Billy with a kitchen chair held over his head, ready to club Julie senseless, and Jacob with an iron skillet poised to do the same if the diseased man-eater were to bolt in his direction.
    Julie had yet to notice any of us standing there, but I knew it was just a matter of time until she did. We all knew that one of us was going to have to put Julie out of her misery before she threatened us, and being the one with the gun, I knew that I was the most likely candidate for the distasteful (no pun intended) yet necessary job.
    I stood there for a moment hesitating, watching the repugnant pantomime, waiting for Julie to make a move toward us, so I could justify in my mind, the heinous act that I was about to commit.
    "What are you waiting for?" Gin asked anxiously, and in my opinion a bit too loud.
    "We can't just kill her! Jon's already dead, so we won't be saving him, and she hasn't done anything to us yet," I said naively, as I reluctantly raised my pistol, not yet fully realizing the scope of the cataclysm before us.
    Jacob now repeated the warning the emergency broadcast had reported.
    "Don't let them bite you,