I stumbled down the sidewalk, covering my blood-stained arm with an equally blood-stained hand. What had just happened? Someone broke into my home. He took out a knife and slit my 3 month old daughters throat. Then moved on to my wife. I grabbed a brick and chucked it at the intruder. CRACK! It not only crushed the left side of his face, but also nailed my the top of my wife's head. Potentially killing her. The metallic scent of blood made it's way to my nose. It was nauseating, yet, somehow, calming. Knowing that a sacrifice was made to eliminate the problem. "You *******," The intruder threw my wife's seemingly lifeless body to the ground. He clutched his left cheek, blood oozing between his fingers. Blindly, he stumbled toward me. His arms out in front of him, grabbing for air, like a zombie's. What do you do with a zombie? You crush in it's head. Which is exactly what I planned to do. I picked up my wife's antique, gilded lamp and swung at the intruder as hard as I could. He could barely scream before he was across the room, back against the wall. Passed out. I walked over to my wife's body and picked up my brick. Then, I charged and smashed the intruder's head with it. Making a dent so far in, I could see bits of pink brain. After he was dead, I fled from the house. I smirked. At least that was what I was going to tell the police. ~<>~ So this is the first horror one shot I've written in a long time. ^-^' Please feel free to write your own.