The zombies came in the middle of the night for mom. They must have smelled her or something. I was packed and ready to go, but I hadn’t buried her yet.



They pushed their way in through the living room window. The shattering glass woke me up, and when I went downstairs, they were all over the house. I remembered that I had left my bags next to my bike in the garage.



A few of them saw me as ran through the house, but I was able to avoid getting very close to them. I ran into the garage, wheeled my bike into the side yard and then I did the only thing I could think of. I locked the zombies in, and lit the house on fire using gasoline and few oily rags…



I jumped on my bike and raced about a block down the street. I watched to see if any of them would follow me. One by one, they walked through the flames and came towards me. They didn’t scream, or make any noise at all as they collapsed to the ground in embers. I looked up towards the house, and saw an orange glow from Mom’s room. One of them had followed the scent upstairs and… I don’t want to think about it. At that moment I felt like I had failed my Mother. My fear prevented me from giving her a proper burial, and now she was engulfed in flames…



Goodbye Mom. I love you…



I wept silently as I watched my childhood burn in the darkness of night…