I sit there hoping they received my message and sent help, with a sigh I start to get frustrated. Why wouldn't the mutated just rip this thing apart and eat me already? It was starting to make me think I was wrong, were these just the normal zombies with an interest to dig in the trash?

Then I heard it, a loud and ear splitting bang that told me the heart mutated were still there, it dented the metal and I had to move away to avoid getting stuck in it. Great! This was just great! I had no hope left to tell me to push on, that was really starting to falter. My dream was already ruined now.

I put one of my Glocks up to my head and my finger on the trigger, those brain dead wouldn't be the end of me. I would. I would have knowledge most people didn't, that was what I would leave them to find out if I had to end it.