It's been over a week since my son has been infected with the virus "z12" or as most people will call it being turned into a zombie. At first I had him chained up in the shed, but I could tell that some of my neighbors were becoming suspicious. They would ask me questions like " Where has Steve been?" and " Is Steve alright? I always hear him mooning.". So I moved him to my basement where I felt no one would be able to hear him, but unfortunately I was to late. My neighbor Bill was skeptical of my sons' disappearance from the first day he was missing and was constantly asking me where he was. He did not believe my story that he had caught a bad case of the flu and could hardly move. He has been spying on my house for days, and I made the grave mistake of not checking if anyone was watching when I moved Steve to the basement. It was 12:00 a.m. I didn't even give it a thought. Bill confronted me that day on the situation.
He said "Why haven't you killed that monster yet!?"
I replied with "It has only been two months since the outbreak. What if there is a cure to make him better?"
He replied " And if there isn't a cure."
" Well, I just cant take that chance."
" You know I have to tell the town about this right?"
" I know you will....That's why I have to kill you" I pulled out my gun, and Bang! I killed him " Steve I got you some food."
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