A/N: Well, here we are. My first non-poem in a long time on Fiction Press, as well as my first multi-chapter story that I'm actually planning on finishing! I've been wanting to add to the zombie fiction on the website for some time now, so I hope you enjoy my zombie story.


Why did cold weather have to be so...cold?

Ajax thought about how much he hated cold weather. Not so much cool weather, but cold weather was not for him. How someone could, or even would, live somewhere that was cold, icy, or snowy all year was never something he understood. If that's where they wanted to live, more power to them. He just wasn't going to freeze himself to death if he could help it.

Even from the inside his patrol car with the heater on, Ajax still found himself wearing his coat zipped up. He loved his job, but dealing with this weather wasn't part of the reason. But being that he had wanted to be a police officer for as long as he could remember. So it was just one of those things that had to be dealt with.

Unfortunately, the cold was the least important fact of the night.

"This is Officer Maddox," Ajax said into his radio. "I'm at the apartment complex of reported domestic disturbance call. Over."

Why men felt the need to hit women, or vice versa should the case may be, Ajax never saw the reasoning. His father had always told him as a kid to never touch a woman in a violent way. It wasn't until he got a little older that he realized there were some men out there who actually did that. It had always made him sick. He, for one, never liked violence.

But as Ajax approached the building to head upstairs, he noticed a few things about the complex. The two-story apartment complex wasn't much to look at. It seemed like a building that seemed more appropriate in a run-down section of some larger city. There were several windows here and there boarded up and others were just outright broken. The paint was badly peeling around the building and even then, it hadn't looked like it had been painted in years.

Ajax made his way to the second floor of the complex, found the apartment number, and knocked on the door. Thirty seconds passed with no response or noise. The silence could go either way. On one hand, it could mean that the argument had ended. Unfortunately, on the other hand, it could be something a lot worse. After knocking again and waiting a few moments more, Ajax took the next step. Twisted the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

"This is the police," Ajax called out into the dark apartment. "We received a domestic disturbance call for this address."

Silence.

Ajax glanced around the immediate area. The apartment was a mess. But maybe "mess" was too much of an understatement for how this apartment looked. Scattered around the immediate area from the entrance, several chairs were overturned. Ajax slowly stepped into the apartment for a better look. The next thing he saw set it in stone that there was now more than a simple domestic disturbance call on hand.

Thick, fresh blood smeared the kitchen walls and floor.

"Dispatch," Ajax said into his walkie-talkie, "I'm inside the apartment of the domestic disturbance call. Send paramedics and additional units to the location immediately. There's blood everywhere."

It was then that the situation went from really bad to worse. On the opposite end of the hallway, a man stepped out from one of the rooms at the end and faced Ajax.

"Stop right there!" Ajax ordered drawing his sidearm.

Instead, the blood-soaked man stumbled towards him..