Zachary Johnson was working as an in-store Santa when the infestation overran the town.
The early hours of Christmas morning found Zach walking slowly along a dark suburban avenue, the area was littered with body parts, wrecked cars, and the resultant debris from several days of slaughter, pandemonium, and panic.
He turned his head towards the sound of a door opening, and the sudden brightness of a porch light.
“Mommy and Daddy said you wouldn't come this year, but I knew you would.”
The voice came from a small girl framed in the light of the doorway.
“Come on in, Mommy and Daddy will be so surprised to see you.”
She scampered off into the house, leaving the door swinging wide. “Mommy, Daddy, wake up, Santa's here, he looks beautiful, he's all dressed in red and white, even his beard is red.”
Zach emmitted a loud moan, which was heard by every other walking corpse for over two hundred yards, then shambled towards the house in pursuit of his Christmas dinner.
©2010 Stephen. J. Green.