Pale Visitor

*The undead have risen, walking around and knocking on people’s doors, looking for “shelter„. FEMA says don’t let them in, but FEMA also says to let strangers in.* *But for now, at night, John sat contently in his room, flipping through channels on TV. Until a knock on the door was heard. He slipped out from his bed, grabbing the shotgun that laid beside his coathanger, stalking forward to the front door.*