December 21st: Doomsday - By a bad author
No-one believed in the Apocalypse, we all laughed it off as some made-up piffle. Which is why we were all so unprepared when it came. Huge gateways opened up in every major population centre across the globe.
And then they came...
The demons slaughtered millions, and sure, the world's armies did a good job slowing them down, but it wasn't enough. Because no matter how tough the tanks are, an Imp will open the hatch and crawl inside. No matter how fast the fighter jets are, the Pain Elementals and their minions will always catch you.
I was the only human left within two hundred miles. There were talks of a resistance going, a cult of people who had encountered these beings deep underground, that only the governments knew of... These people were known as the Doomers.
I just happened to have a shotgun locked away in the cupboard. If I could find the Doomers, I knew I would be safe, and could help them fight this evil, and eradicate them from this world.
I loaded the shotgun, and walked outside. I heard a faint growling, and I saw 4 bright lights rushing towards me.
As they grew closer, I saw that it was a creature, running on all-fives, it had two heads. In a panic, I loaded two shells into the shotgun, and fired one into each head. The creature collapsed and died.
Before I could load the shotgun again, some screeching came from behind me, and I was knocked to the floor, my throat was slit and I was dead.
Well, that's not the end of the story. A lost soul came, and absorbed itself into my body.
BUT HOW ARE YOU WRITING THIS THEN???
And then I was a zombie.