HEAVENLIN'S END

Despite a thirty-minute advance warning, there were still those caught unawares when the zombies came in.

They were those sitting in a traffic jam, convinced that being locked in their cars could protect them, and those still stealing from the supermarkets, trying to get their hands on whatever they could at the dying minute. There were those who had no idea of how short a period of time thirty minutes actually was, who had convinced themselves that they still had time, and others who still did not believe that the zombies were actually real. Then there was finally, those who thought that it would be fun to have a live encounter with these creatures.

They rushed in, and one man stood shooting at the one horned bull zombie that ran towards him with a large chunk of its neck bitten off, so that bones and cords were hung from the hole where the neck met the shoulders. All the bullets seemed to have no effect as he shot until it gored him, throwing him up into the air and moving off. He w