One Last Lie

"Do it"

The news had told us that it was just like in the movies and comic books. The dead had risen and were eating the living. But these weren't like the ones in the comic books. They were smart. They knew how to get around. They knew how to plan. They knew where to look.

I lied when I told her that it was all fake.

"Do it"

It started in South America, but it was quickly spreading through Europe, Asia and the rest of the continent. Before we knew it, Mexico was gone, and the US military was defending the border, but they were running out of people. One less soldier for us meant one more for them.

I lied when I told her there was no way they could get in.

"Do it"

County by county, state by state, they ravaged it all. Internet, gone. Phone lines, gone. Communication, gone. We decided to stay at home and secure it as much as possible, since we didn't know where else to go.

I lied when I told her the door could hold.

"Do it, Jacob" she whispered

"I can't. I can't " I answered, crying as quietly as possible

"You said you would. You promised"

Now I hear them walking in our living room, going through our stuff. There must bee at least 30, and it sounds like some are making their way upstairs.

"Please" she whispered again "One for me, one for you. Then it'll all be over"

They were outside the door now. They were trying to open it.

I looked at the gun in my hand.

All those lies I told her.

I just wish I hadn't lied about how many bullets we had left.