1 a nightmare birthday. (rewritten version)

This is my first novel, I am not an expert writer, but without a doubt I would love to write about a zombie apocalypse.

I have my job, but I would love to use this as a hobby to distract me from my constant stress and health problems.

I thank anyone who reads this.

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My name is John, John Foster and I just turned 53 a few hours ago.

A man was alone in his kitchen with a cake in front of which was a small note on paper that said "Happy birthday John, have a beautiful day!"

John felt a certain sadness because, despite living away from his sons and daughters, he was always present at each of his birthdays feeling as if he had been forgotten, although for some reason he had a bad feeling, so he did not hesitate to get up from his chair and use the phone to call your child.

Long seconds of silence on his phone confirmed that his son was not going to answer so John decided to do the same and call his daughter, just to get the same result, none answered his phone.

John's car was broken and his neighbors did not seem to ask for a favor, so he decided to just sit still and wait for someone to call him back, but for an hour everything was totally silent and John on the other hand was sitting in a chair and this was beginning to fall asleep.

3 hours later.

A strange sound began to be heard coming from the backyard of John's house which made him wake up, the strange sound came from his backyard at that time and it looked like he was a raccoon checking the garbage so John He decided to continue sleeping and ignore it until a loud sound was heard as if someone had turned the grill in the backyard, which was impossible for a raccoon to do.

John looked up receiving a direct impact from the light of the kitchen light which left him blind momentarily in addition to that he did not react very quickly because he was half asleep, but at that moment the sounds of the objects were heard being turned around in his backyard which made him wake up.

"What's going on outside? Good heavens."

John jumped up from his chair and went to the window that had a curtain, then proceeded to move the curtain slowly and take a look at the backyard that was now completely empty, but totally made a mess by getting John to put on furious until the shadow of a person passed in front of the window in which he was making him scared and away from the window.

John had been the victim of an attack and armed robbery in his house once by a thief who eventually ended up being killed by John receiving two shots to the chest.

John without thinking twice turned around and ran to the stairs and went up to his room on the second floor to find his revolver magnum.

Calmly john looked for his old and reliable revolver reviewing each piece of furniture in his room until he finally found it.

Crash!

The sound of a window breaking on the first floor of the house could be heard from John's room which caused him to be scared thinking that again a thief had entered.

John desperately searched for the box of bullets on the furniture in his room until he managed to find it in the second drawer of his bedside table.

"Faster John, come on," John would say to himself as he loaded one bullet at a time with his revolver.

"I only have fifteen bullets left, enough, but I will have to buy more." John said.

John put the box on the night table and sat on the bed opening the revolver chamber placing one by one the bullets carrying the gun and giving a spin to the drum before closing it and have prepared the revolver ready to be used.

Crash!

Again a sound of things falling or being turned on the first floor of the house could be heard making John's heart beat faster and faster with each second that passed.

John stood up to the stairs where he raised his gun waiting for someone to pass by waiting for the opportunity to catch the thief off guard and thus finish it before it could cause John any harm.

Crash!

More sounds of things being flipped or thrown to the floor could be heard in the house so John decided to act immediately.

"Son of a bitch, whoever is inside my house, leave now, I have my gun loaded and I'm not afraid to use it." John yelled with all his strength, giving the first and only warning.

"Come on, wretch, go away, go away." John had begun to get more and more nervous with every second that passed.

Steps.

John could hear footsteps coming from the guest room.

Moments later a person left that room which turned his head watching John with a fixed gaze that made a chill run down the back of John feeling a bad feeling.

John began to hear footsteps coming from the guest room, as if the thief was not afraid of john.

A few seconds later, a person left the guest room and turned his head looking at John with a stare that made a chill run down John's back feeling a bad feeling.

"Be still at this moment or I'll blow the damn top of your brains !!" John shouted aiming firmly at the person who without fear watched him fixedly.

Jon could see that this person's clothes were in terrible condition, dirty and stained with a strange red substance, possibly blood so John only thought about one kind of person.

"Damn drug addict, get out of my house immediately before I kill you." John said beginning to be scared of the attitude without fear of the person present.

Crack

Crack.

At that moment, the person started walking towards the stairs making a series of horrible sounds that came from his body as if he had some broken bones.

John began to panic more and more as the person climbed the stairs slowly, step by step, so John decided to shoot.

Bang!

John shot at the man's leg and stopped for a couple of seconds until he started walking again as if nothing had happened.

At that time, John was completely terrified, so he shot three more times hitting different areas of the person's body.

Bang!

The man was shot in the right shoulder, in his chest and the last hit his skull which caused it to collapse and roll down the stairs.

Crack

A final and horrible sound, could be heard coming from his body while John noticed how this person had broken his neck when rolling down the stairs so his hands began to tremble.

"God...God..." John said with trembling hands leaving his revolver to one side of him, while he watched the man's lifeless body.

John felt a certain smell of putrefaction that seemed to come from the body of the man, so he decided to approach investigate by curiosity and what he found made John pale.

The man's body was rotten under his clothes and the hair that covered his face prevented him from seeing that half of his face was missing.

"How the fuck is this alive !?" John left and went up the stairs taking his revolver again and going to his room where he locked the door and pressed the 911 on his phone trying to communicate with the police, although this was useless since no one attended him.

The stench of putrefaction entered the room of John which made him start to feel disgusted, so he decided to leave his room with a sheet and take the body through the front door of the house.

John dragged the body to the sidewalk leaving it in the entrance noticing that there were a couple of vehicles on the street which had hit some trash cans and decided to approach.

The vision of John found what appeared to be a murder scene, there was a person who was missing pieces of flesh on his arm and neck still with the seat belt on.

John then left and began to vomit on the floor until the sound that came from the car made him react.

"Arrrgg..." John heard that sound and slowly turned around until he noticed the woman that some pieces of flesh were missing from her body, moving and stretching her arms towards John.

John got up and started running to his house where he barely entered the door slammed and locked with the pins and closed his curtains.

"The back window." John told himself to run to the back window only to find that it was whole, what was broken was the back door that was a simple wooden door with glass.

John immediately went down to the basement where he looked for a hammer and nails and went up to the kitchen where he used the long table as a blockage, nailing it to the wall and putting things in it blocking and making weight.

John decided to do the same with the front windows of the house and with the main door until his house ended up looking like a small fortress from the inside.

"Well, we're fine, we're fine." John was saying to himself seated against the block front door until a sound was heard of the backyard again making john entered on panic.

Totally dominated by fear, john climbed the stairs where he locked himself in his room and used the furniture to block the entrance to his room and closed his curtains and lying on his bed.

"This is just a bad dream, when I wake up tomorrow everything was fine!

"This is just a bad dream, when I wake up tomorrow everything was fine!" John told himself several times until sleep and fatigue began to take effect on him slowly making him fall asleep.

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