Tim wakes up to see people around the car, and he is furious to see every single one of their faces.
“Come on, let me help you out,” he hears someone say as he helps him out of the car. “There’s blood all over you.” Looking over his shoulder, he calls out, “Someone call 9-1-1!” He turns back to Tim, “We need to get you to the hospital.”
Tim looks at him and sinks his teeth into the man’s forehead, sucking his life dry as well. Everyone around him screams and scatters into the streets and nearby buildings. He grabs a woman who tries to rush past him, sinking his teeth into her neck, suckign her sweet life dry.
He throws her corpse down and looks around. There’s no one nearby. No one to snack on.
He walks five blocks down where there are more people—people who are completely oblivious to the delicious horror he just caused.
Approaching an intersection, there is a man standing at the crosswalk waiting to cross it. Tim approaches the man from behind, grabs his forehead, and bites into his throat, sucking his life dry.
He throws the corpse aside and straight ahead of him is a police car. The officer in the driver’s seat stares at him in horror, his partner beside him just as shocked. Tim starts to walk toward the car as the officer finally comes to his sense, quickly gets out of the car, and points his gun at him.
“Stop where you are, z- z- zombie!” the officer yelled. “Put your hands behind your head, and get on your knees!”
But Tim doesn’t care. He keeps worming his way toward him.
“This is your last warning! Stop, or I’ll shoot!”
All Tim wants to do is suck his fluids. But he doesn’t get that chance as three .45 caliber bullets pierce his heart. Then, darkness…
The Lutheran Column 