By popular demand, a bit of 'flash fiction'. Zombie style, of course.
Down to One
The sounds of Jacob’s labored breathing had finally ceased. Consciousness had fled nearly ten minutes ago. Now life had fled as well. He had been pale and sick within minutes of being bitten. Five hours later, he had slipped into his final coma.
Candy pulled her gun from her belt. She had dragged Jacob up 65 flights of stairs to this posh office - complete with lovely outside terrace - that had once hosted some long-dead executroid. Jacob had wanted to feel the sun warming his body before he died.
She racked a round into the chamber as Jacob lunged to his feet. His intelligent blue eyes were now cloudy and puke colored and empty. He snarled, and her bullet caught him squarely on the bridge of his nose, vaporizing the top of his head. His body flew backwards and flipped over the railing, cart wheeling through the air. She was up too high to hear his final impact on the street below. She kissed her wedding band as her tears streaked her cheeks in the late afternoon sunshine.