Sam looked at the corpse in his front yard, the bullet hole in its head not oozing anything but coagulated blood.
Sam found some vodka in his house, a few matches lying around, and lit the corpse on fire. The best way to dispose of a virus, or hostile organism.
Jaden was walking down the road when he noticed the smoke.
Hmmm, Sam's having a BBQ and he didn't invite me? How-ude! (Jar-Jar Binks) Jaden walked into the driveway to find a small, fire, not larger than a person, the smell of burnt hair and flesh hung in the hair, tangible. Sam sat on the porch, staring at the fire with his JAE Gen 2 M1A1 rifle on his lap.
"Hey, Sam, whatcha doin?" Jaden implored.
Sam jumped and aimed the rifle at Jaden before realizing who it was who was talking to him.
"Oh, hey, uhh. Yeah." Sam stuttered out.
"Whats that Godawful stench? It smells like one of the... well, you know." Jaden stated.
"The fire, Jaden, What did you think I was doing, Havin a barbecue?" Sam asked.
"Well... Wait! Thats one of them?!?! HOLY HELL!" Jaden exclaimed.
Jaden ran home right there to load his guns and warn his parents. Sam sat there, fingering the trigger of the rifle, absent mindedly remembering the war...
Delilah lay there, sprawled at weird angle, stuck in a pool of her own blood. Max, crushed by a brute, also dying in his own blood. Sam's brother, dying from saving his family, also in his own blood. Oh, the irony of his life.
Deep thought #1: In the end, everyone dies. No one can outrun time, death itself is always breathing down your neck, just waiting to slip the noose over you. But, in your time of death, what matters is not when or how or even why. What matters is what you do with it. Do you sit down and call it quits, or do you get up, stare your killer and death itself in the face, and laugh copiously, right until the end.