A tear rolled down my face as I aimed the gun at my mother's head. Her eyes were blankly staring ahead, and she still had blood on her shirt from the bite. She moaned. "Sorry mom." I said to her before I blew her brains all over the wall and floor. The ground was cold as it hit my knees. I was weeping. Snot ran down my face like a little kid. The moans were becoming increasingly louder. The horde was catching up to me. I held the pistol gently in my mouth, loaded and cocked, and began to think about what I should do next. Just then, my mother stood up and growled at me.
