Sitting in a dark room pointing a gun at my head is not how I wanted to spend my Christmas. Hi I’m Anthony and this is the end of my story but to give the full effect you need to hear the beginning, it all started on December 24 2009, that’s right Christmas eve. I was with my friends and family getting ready for a large Christmas feast and going to bed waiting for the big man to come and drop off presents. I digress, it started to get dark that cold xmas eve when my brother noticed a man walking through the woods towards us, we had no idea who he was but he continued to walk towards us in the pitch dark of winter. My brother who’s about 5’ 10” long blonde hair yelled to the man “Who are you?” but the response was a moan and the sound of him sprinting towards us, and damn he was fast he got onto my brother in an instant that’s when I noticed first the smell, it smelt like rotting flesh, like a dear dead on the side of the road sitting there for a week. The mans skin was green and dry and the worst part was he was missing his entire right side. My brother screams for me to get him off and I react instantly but I didn’t get him off before he bit my brother. My family watched in horror as I struggled to hold on to the man screaming in his ear for it to calm down thinking its still human when by chance he twisted the wrong way and his neck snapped. My bro screaming in pain was writhing on the floor, foam coming from the mouth with blood every were. My family and I immediately acted we got some rubbing alcohol and some towels to put on the wound but by the time we cleaned and covered the wound he was dead. It didn’t make sense he was bitten in the arm he shouldn’t have died, my family screaming in shock and fear my brothers wife crying in the corner I go over to console her when my mother screamed I spin around and see my brother attacking my mom, I yell for him to stop he bites my mothers neck removing the main vein in her neck in one swipe and he looked at me and I noticed his eyes were round up, like looking at a dead mans face this wasn’t my brother, well as you can expect I run my friends left me, well at least most of them the rest were killed by others showing up I run up stairs and grab the pistol. I only had about 6 shots well I fired 5 defending myself but the shots just attracted more. And now we are were we started, sitting in a corner of my bedroom with a gun against my head trying to pull the trigger…bang! I thought I had done it I open my eyes to see that I’m still alive some one else shot, I noticed my best friend , a police officer, holding a shotgun standing over me with his usual “what the hell are you doing look”…… to be continued