It was a rainy cold Christmas morning. It seemed like the holidays were just passing by as they always did for Salvatore. Sitting down in a chair watching his siblings playing with there toys that Santa had left for them.
          As the children played he heard a disturbing sound from the outside. He leaped from his chair to check it out. Peaking through the window he noticed a strange sight. It seemed like a crowd of strange looking people were walking down the road. Each person seemed to be in some kind of accident. Slowly walking and dragging there legs. 
        Pondering what  these people could possibly want he left his house wielding his 12 gauge shotgun. As he moved closer to the crowd he noticed a strange muttered chant amongst the crowd. They were chanting " Brains, Braiiiiins, brains" Salvatore loaded a round into the chamber and shot a the closest one in the group. Hitting it's should it still walked as it didn't even feel it. 
      Salvatore thought to himself " what the fuck! How the hell is that thing still walking" Examining the situation closer he ran to the top of the barn to get a better look. Looking down at the group he noticed that these people were blood soaked corpses. He noticed a women walking with one of her decomposing breast hanging out with plenty of maggots crawling out of it.
       Realizing the zombie apocalypses has begun. Salvatore started to shoot these creatures in the head. One by one their heads exploded with a dark brown splatter mist. Laughing at each kill that passed. Salvatore not noticing the other group breaking into the barn. A decrypted looking Santa Claus slowly made his way up the ladder to where Salvatore was quickly running out of rounds destroying zombie scum.
       Santa gets right behind Salvatore as he lashes out and sinks his mangled blood filled teeth into Salvatore's neck. Screaming in pain Salvatore turns around and cracks Santa in the skull with the butt of his shotgun. Slamming his skull into there was nothing but a gooey mess under Santa body. Panicking as blood quickly starts to flow from his bite. Salvatore runs to get more ammo and to turn on his favorite speedcore mix. Thinking " If i'm gonna die, I'm gonna have a killer soundtrack to die too."
       Tense, Siege, and Menace fill the airwaves from Salvatore's speakers. Laughing Sal runs out with his shotgun and starts emptying his last rounds. One by one heads explodes. Pulling out his machete he grabs a Zombie by its hair and chops off its head. Sal screams " At least I got a few of you fuckers before you got me."
        The moral of this story is beware of Santa Claus in the Zombie apocalypses. That fucker is sneaky. And as always, if your gonna kill zombies you better listen to speedcore.