Today's flash story is inspired by yesterday's Story A Day prompt Ending Line: I clicked off the safety, swearing that if she showed her face here today, my room would be the last one she ever entered.
I'd considered telling her I loved her, but hadn't. Now the thought mocked me.
I clicked off the safety....
A shuffle and a moan announced her arrival. I stared at her once pretty face, now distorted and decayed.
I aimed, wishing I could tell her I was sorry.
Wishing the apocalypse hadn't changed everything.