The storm was blowing in strong on a dark, dreary night. Afton was spending Halloween weekend with her great aunt, Agatha, who lived out in the middle of nowhere in Eastern Kentucky. The nearest house was five miles away and the nearest city was over thirty miles away. Afton was spending the evening staring out the window at the impending storm as her eighty-five year old aunt slept. She knew her aunt was sleeping as she could hear her snoring from the bedroom down the hall. Afton continued to stare out the window at the leaves swirling like a tornado and the trees bowing to the pressure of wind surges. Lightning was striking in the distance followed by rumbles of thunder. “One and two and three and four…” Afton counted out loud before she heard a rumble. The storm was moving closer and closer and bringing the unbridled force of nature with it. Afton had always been somewhat intrigued with storms, but this one felt quite different. Electrifying and maybe even enchanted. She would soon learn that the storm nearing her house that night was anything but enchanted.
Afton counted again after a lightning strike, “one and two…” Boom! The thunder followed much quicker than it had before. Wow, this storm is moving crazy fast, Afton thought to herself. She continued staring out the window and thought she saw the image of a person walking towards the house. She shook her head trying to shake the image from her memory, thinking to herself I’m just daydreaming things now. Afton heard a crack and saw a tree splinter in half at the mercy of a lightning strike, the first victim of the night. The heavens had opened up at this point and the rain was falling in sheets in all directions. Afton, who had been sitting in sweats and a t-shirt, grabbed the robe Aunt Agatha had bought for her a few years back and pulled it on. Lightning was surrounding the house and the thunder made it feel like the house was shaking at the foundation. How in the world is Aunt Agatha sleeping through this, Afton thought.
Afton’s eye was once again caught by a figure that appeared to be walking towards her aunt’s house. However, this time the image appeared to be accompanied by four other people. All were walking at a slow but steady pace towards the house. The closer they got, Afton could see that their clothes were covered in a dark stain. There must have been a wreck, she thought to herself. She ran downstairs to the front door. Afton pulled the curtain aside from the front door window and once again looked outside to see where the people were. To her surprise, the five people she had previously seen were now accompanied by what looked like fifteen more. At the sight of this, Afton double checked the deadbolt to make sure it was locked. She stared back out at the group of people steadily approaching her house. She heard what she thought was groans from the group. A chill ran up her spine when she realized that everyone in the group appeared to be covered in a dark substance. She held in a shriek when she saw what looked to be a kitchen knife sticking out of the back of one of the ladies within three feet of her front door.
Afton quickly unlocked the deadbolt and slung the front door wide open. The rain began to pour even harder and she could barely see a foot in front of her. “Hello!! Are you hurt?” she cried out towards the group of people steadily making progress to her front door. All she heard were more groans. The group had made its way to the front step of the porch. Afton looked closer and realized that most of the people in the group looked to have suffered serious injuries. One appeared to have a gunshot wound to the chest, one was missing an arm, and another’s entrails appeared to be spilling out of his abdomen. Afton fought back the urge to vomit and ran as fast as she could toward the front door, slamming it shut. She ran to the living room and stared out the window at the group unwaveringly congregating on her aunt’s front porch, grunting and moaning, growing larger by the minute. Afton took off running up the stairs towards her aunt’s bedroom, hearing glass breaking and thumps on the door the entire time. She slung Aunt Agatha’s bedroom door open and was surprised to see that her aunt wasn’t in bed. From behind her, Afton heard footsteps. She slowly turned to see that the intruders had somehow made their way inside her aunt’s home.
Afton then heard the crack of gun and felt the burning of smoke in her nose. She turned to see Aunt Agatha on the opposite end of a shotgun and heard the intruders falling down the stairs. “Grab this and shoot for the head,” Aunt Agatha said as she tossed Afton a 9mm handgun and box of bullets. “This is why I took you shooting, Afton. I knew this day would come.” Afton followed the lead of her aunt and attacked the intruders somewhat hesitantly. “Aunt Agatha, what are these things??” Afton screamed. “Zombies, dear,” Agatha said very calmly, while reloading her shotgun. “Zombies?” Afton shrieked. “Yes,” Agatha replied, “the living dead.” Afton was brought back to reality with the blast of her aunt’s shotgun. “Afton, dear, do as I say and aim for the head,” Agatha stated. Afton followed her aunt’s lead and began seeing zombies fall prey to her stellar aim.
“Wake up, Afton.” Aunt Agatha’s voice softly calls from the door. Afton awakens to find herself in her bed, still in her robe. Was all of last night a dream? Afton thinks to herself. She turns to her nightstand to see a 9mm handgun and box of bullets resting on it.