I’ve seen the movies.

The arsenal was a joke. Well, at least it was when I inherited it, but it’s not a joke anymore. I guess it’s not a true arsenal, but it works on the zombies. I never thought of my Dad’s collection of John Wayne pistols and rifles as viable self-defense weapons, but a single Colt 45 or .357 Magnum round works wonders on a slow-moving monster from Hell.

Unfortunately, I’ve seen the movies. And even though I also inherited a couple thousand rounds of ammunition, it won’t be enough to quell the never-ending horde that is sure to come. They may continue in groups of four and five as they have been since they first appeared this afternoon, but I think it’s only a matter of time before larger groups start to show up. Even so, if the whole world becomes infected, if an infection is what it is, my couple thousand rounds will be several million short.

And there’s another problem. It’s getting dark, and the power’s been out for a couple hours now. I don’t think it’s coming back on. Ever. They don’t seem that bright, but the power, it seems should have run for a while anyway. I wonder if they shut it off knowing it would be harder to shoot them when they can’t be seen at night.

I should probably move, but there’s still too much ammo to carry. I hate to waste it, but it’s just too heavy. I tried to barricade all the doors and windows, except one. It seems to keep them coming from one direction, like they know they don’t have to break in. They seem to be smart enough to know it’s the only way in, but dumb enough that they can’t figure out it makes them easier targets. Anyway, if I’m still alive when the ammo gets to a level where I can carry it, I’m going to move on and see if there’s anyplace safe out there.

I think there’s more coming. I’ll keep writing this story in case anyone finds me and wonders what the hell happened, but I have a feeling no one will read it. Ever. I’ve seen the movies.