Day 4-Life is like BRAIIIINS...

Blam! My Remington 870 barked as I blew the head off of another zombie. Ten shells left. It wasn't looking good. Luckily for me I had made it to the shed in time, it wasn't an ideal location but I had been at it for three hours now. Taking my time only shooting when one of the bastards actually made it within my makeshift fort. I use the term fort loosely it was about as protected as a cardboard box in a hurricane, but my choices were fairly limited. The shed was tiny, probably the size of a small bathroom,with one window on the left hand side and two doors from which i sat directly across from. So far they hadn't managed to open the doors and the window had provided an advantageous choke point. However I remained and optimist I knew that the doors would only last so long. Thats the thing about when the dead rise, you can plan all you want to but things never go according to plan. Take for instance my current situation, I had not planned to be trapped in a small shed surrounded by twenty or so undead, but hey it had been a long weekend. Blam! another shot blew the top of the head of another zombie causing the limp body to fall on the window sill. I kicked its body out the window with my boot and shot another one in the face as he tried to move forward. Eight more. There were three of us just yesterday. We had been together for about a week and had actually made some progress working our way towards the outskirts of the city. We were out of gas and decided that it would be best to find a place to wait it out till the morning since the only thing worse than getting gas with a whole shit load of zombies trying to eat you is doing it at night. So we picked the safest house we could find. Bars on the windows, and only two doors. Blam! Blam! two more shots to the heads of two more unlucky zombies that put my shell count at Six. It wasn't looking good at all. If tom wouldn't have fallen asleep I might not be in the current situation. I had to shoot both him and his sister. It wasn't something I enjoyed doing but like I said earlier nothing ever goes according to plan. I had made it to the shed and shut the doors it wasn't the best move but it was all I had. Blam! Another dead zombie. Five shots left. One of the doors was starting to be torn from its hinges. I was screwed. I reloaded to my five shot maximum,stood up. Brought the shotgun tight to my shoulder, if i was gonna go out I was gonna take as many of the bastards with me as I could. An opening was made in the left door and they started to make there way in. I fired in rapid succession firing I took out four of them until the click of the empty gun. This was it these undead creatures where about to make me their bitch. I heard a sound like an engine getting close like a truck or something followed by a huge crash, someone had driven the front of a big black ford f150 halfway through the front of the shed. Crushing the remain zombies and making quite the entrance into the small shed. The driver threw it into reverse and pulled out of what was left of the shed. I ran for the door, and hopped in. She sped off. I caught my breath, and looked over at the person that had just saved my life. She was beautiful, she smiled, " those bastards almost had your ass she said", and that is how I met my wife. So remember, no matter how shitty life is its alot like a zombie outbreak. You can plan out your whole life but things never go according to plan, sometimes what you end up with is better than what you planned. Other times it feels like someone is eating you intestines. The only thing different between life and a zombie outbreak is that you can survive a zombie outbreak you cant survive life in the end it eats us all.