No Money for Old Rope 2.

After a grand few days wait I present to you part 2 of 'No Money for Old Rope.' The socially realistic story of Frank, a low income truck driver. Part one was a grand success with one person telling me they almost posted a comment, I am glad it reached people like I knew it would. Part two is a little more serious and deals with the subject of death. But I won't say too much as I wouldn't want to spoil it for you, but in case you are worried Frank doesn't die, he's fine at the end.

No Money for Old Rope.
Part Two: Sometimes you have to do what you think is the best thing to be done.

Frank lined up his rifle. His last shot loaded in its mechanical belly. The Zombie stumbled towards him, its mouth hanging open, its empty eyes fixed on its target, Franks brain.
“Not today zombie” frank murmured under his breath. BANG. The bullet flew towards it intended target. SPLAT. The bullet hit its intended target. The Zombie.
“Finally” Frank took a Kleenex out of his coat pocket and wiped his brow. “The last one”. It had taken him a while but Frank had managed to get rid of the Zombie hoard. There hadn’t been a Zombie invasion in years. Frank hated Zombies. “Bloody zombies” Frank cried, loudly. “I hate them”.
He walked towards the nearest Caffé Nero. Somehow Frank knew that everything would be O.K from now on. Or would it? Properly it would he thought to him-self. But too soon? No.

Will Frank enjoy his Caffe Nero coffee? Will the Zombies come back? (no) Will you log on again for part 3? (yes)