Zombie Son

Last week my son was a living breathing boy. Today he's a rotting, flesh eating corpse. It's been a little over five days since my son had been normal, and I'm still in disbelief that he is gone for good. I've been keeping him locked up in the garage. My neighbors despise me for keeping such a threat so close to home. They call me a coward, but as funny as it sounds no matter what I couldn't draw up the courage to kill my already "dead" son. They tell me it's only a matter of time before he escapes and I share the same fate as him. My response to them is always just a simple head nod. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.