Fight For Survival

The middle-aged man nervously stared at their zombified neighbors. A few days ago, they were still happily talking, but they had turned into walking corpses. 

"Father, are they gone?"

The middle-aged man anxiously turned his head when he heard his son. He quickly made a 'shushing' gesture, but it was already too late. The zombies, with their sharp senses, heard the commotion inside the thatched house. 

Growl! Growl! 

The teenage boy knew that he had made a huge mistake when he heard the growling zombies. He had a look of guilt and remorse upon realizing what he had done.

"Go hide with your mother and sister! I'll take care of them!" The middle-aged man resolutely said. 

"Sorry, father!" The boy cried with anguish as he went back into hiding.