The small fire crackled quietly in its pit. Brad sat roasting a small sausage over the flame.
The cool night air was still and the stars were out, despite all that was going on in the world Brad felt good, especially as … He froze.
On the edge of his hearing he could hear something moving off to right. He quietly reached for his pistol and turned his head toward the sound as it grew closer and louder. The crackle of leaves and underbrush was slowly moving toward the small clearing where Brad had made camp.
He leveled his pistol at the sound.
Slowly a small deer moved into the clearing, Brad smiled, put away his pistol, stood up, waved his arms and made shooing noises at the deer, which bolted back into the brush. As it did, a grotesque zombie came crashing into the clearing directly behind Brad. Spinning and reaching for his pistol, Brad inadvertently squeezed the trigger, firing the pistol into his calf. Screaming he fell to the ground, trying to pull his pistol clear as the Zombie reached for his face.