Last Night #2 - zombies painting series: 9pm - 10pm

What would a night be like when a zombie-invasion actually happened? What would you do? What would I do?

After playing the game "Last Night on Earth" - a zombie survival boardgame - I was so hooked on the game that I was inspired to make a series of paintings depicting the terror and sense of dread of a zombie invasion. So I made a painting for every hour from 7pm to 7am and how that night would feel like. This is how I envisioned the first - and last? - night on earth in my paintings. I appreciate any and all (relevant!) comments, upvotes and resteems, thank you!

You can read episode one: prologue - 7 pm - 8 pm here

Episode 2: 9pm - 10pm.

Enjoy. Or be afraid.

Last Night: 9pm

I chose to go over the fields, while it's still a bit light. Unfortunately, where I live, the fields are huge. My nearest neighbour, George, lives 4 miles away. I wanted to make a call but all the lines are dead somehow. It was plaguing my mind: what had been happening? Somehow there wasn't a living soul around, and the few things resembling humans had become grotesque, horrible scavengers with their only intent to attack, grab and eat me.

I needed protection, food, drinks - something strong, preferably - and light if I would want to make it through the night.

I knew George had a shack containing all that and I was heading for it.

I saw seven, maybe eight roamers circling the shed, but I was fast enough to get to it and collect everything I needed for now: an axe, a flashlight, some biscuits that expired previous spring, and George's whisky. I took a big gulp. George wouldn't mind and I'd buy him a brand new bottle anyday. "This is amazing" I thought. And then they entered the shed...

I couldn't get out. They were slow, but determined, the first one grabbed my arms, the second my chest, with the third and fourth approaching. I smashed one's head with the whisky bottle, wrestled myself free and brought down the axe on the second one. It wasn't pretty but I had to do it.

I figured that would've been enough for the others to back down, but they kept coming - I started shouting: "Don't make me do this, you'll regret it! " but it was to no avail. They kept coming nearer, hissing, attacking and I made the axe come down again, twice, again, again, and I stood in their blood when it was over. I had no choice.

I quickly left the shed and headed for George's house. Would he be home? Would he let me in? I thought the unthinkable... Could George have turned into one of those roamers? I dismissed the thought and paced on.

Last Night: 10 p.m.

The house was deserted, but the back door was open. I had to make a choice - call out to George and risk getting those roamers on my neck, or sneak into the house and risk an axe on the back of my head. I called out. There was no answer. There wasn't a living sould around downstairs, so I headed up, calmy calling out George's name. Nobody upstairs either. Then I heard some stumbling down the stairs and went back, "George, are you there man? I've been looking for you, what the fuck's going on, man? "

Down the stairs was George. With his brother and his son. But they didn't look alive. And they had their eyes on their prize: my flesh.

I was trapped.

Are you afraid? Intrigued? Fascinated? Wondering what the night will bring?
Episode 3 continues the story, going from 11pm to 1 am... coming tomorrow! Thanks for reading & watching!

Bonus: if you read the previous episode and comments: I took a quote from every one of the comments of the previous episode and integrated them in this episode ("plaguing my mind" by @deemarshall and "This is amazing" by @stanhopeofficial). I will try to do the same for the next episode. So, leave a (creative) comment and see how your comment gets written in Episode 3 (coming in roundabout 24 hours) Thank you!