zombies

The infection hit three days ago. Most of the population has been zombified but I have managed to stay alive with my single son. After his mother was infected he was careless mad stupid mistakes that could of got him infected, he was depressed. So was I but he gave me meaning to fight on to live another day in this recently new meaningless world. But my motive has ended. He was infected last night. Throught my own stupididy and carelesness I locked him in a room hoping one of these days that he might come back to me. But the neighbors are getting suspicious. I dont answer my door anymore. Not that I did often before the infection hit but they would still come over when the daylight is out so see if I was still alive. But the guilt is killing me I dont know what it like to be a zombie, it could be the worst pain in the world and i've been letting him sit in that room wailing on for hours everyday like normal zombies do but this is my son we are talking about, or at least it used to be. I remember how hard it was to put his mother down right in front of him. I cant take this anymore I have to end this I cant let him be one of thoes.. thoes things anymore this is not what he is and I wont allow it anymore. I take a picture of us before this hit I whisper 'my son' to myself and then relieze that the moster in that room is no longer my son. On the way to the room the very vivid memoryes return to me I remember christmas day I ran down this halway with him to the christmas tree his eyes lit up as bright as the tree. These memoryes are nice but they are not anymore I know he wants to be with his Mom. That day I went in that room and did what had to be done. surprisingly I am satisfied, content I know I did the right thing. A weight is lifted of me. The next day all my nehboirs come to my door and this time I answer it they ask me "are you ok you have not answered your door in quite some time". I respond with "the best i've ever been."