The Nothing War

The noise was unbearable. He had heard the noise, but not this loud. The zombies had gotten through the first barriers and were slowly making their way through the common defenses. The HEAD was trying to keep everything under control. It was no use. There was no way out. They had only strengthened the barriers, not anything else. One weak spot was all it took. Guards left the gates open in a moment of stupidity. He looked at the pictures on the wall. His family would be dead, hiding in the civilian barracks. Screams told him that they were in the base. He looked at the other people in the bunks. Crying, clutching possessions or photos. He kept his head high. He would die a soldier, not a coward. A pair of white eyes appeared in the small glass window on the door. More followed them. Frenzied, the zombies pounded at the door, trying to get it. This was it, he thought, my time is over. He looked up just in time to see a frenzied mouth curl into a smile. A man went down, a few feet away from him. The gun slid a few feet away. He had one chance. If he could turn fast enough, he could grab it. The zombie was closing in. He was desperate. He turned and threw himself toward the gun, his fingers locking around the handle. He turned it toward the zombie. A gunshot fired, and the zombie fell dead. The door was clear. The civilian barracks were only a few feet away. He tore through the doorway, trying to get to his family. His head ached so much, blood dripping down the sides of his arms. Did he have arms? So much mud, no, not mud, but other mud. Brain mud. Muddling his thoughts. Where was his family? He panicked, but then realized they were in the civilian barracks. A hunger swept over him. What was it that he wanted? He couldn't move his legs right. The meat made them heavy. He couldn't take it off. Hunger. That was what he wanted. But what did he want? Porridge? Fruit? He shambled through the barracks. His family should be there. Where were they? he looked under the beds. There they were, he tried calling the them, Telling them it was safe, but what came out was a moan and a grumble. Now he knew what he wanted. He wanted them. They looked so delicious, smelled like warmth. He could taste them now. He reached for a girl, no not any girl, his daughter. A lady pulled a gun. No his wife! Why was his family doing this in his time of need? They were cowering in fear when they should be praising him for saving them! He saved them! This is how they repay me? Rage glowed in him, kindling hunger. His wife pointed the gun at his head. Why was she doing this? 'I'm sorry' she said. He reached for her, just as she pulled the trigger.