The kids all drew some form of weapon. Joe headed down the driveway toward where the walkers were. "Dad, Joe, Terry! Let's go! Lily and Izzy, stay  here with your grandmother. Protect her!" Joe yelled at his children. He figured Terry and Joe could help out with the walkers. They were old enough.<br/><br/>Joe's heart pounded. He was frightened by all this. What was wrong with these people? They weren't really people anymore. He saw the news feeds on the television, but still couldn't not get his head around what was going on. Joe selected the tanker's bar as his primary and tucked a claw hammer into his belt. Into a back pocket, he stuck an awl as an additional back up. It was one of those things, where he saw the long pointed tool and thought, 'that just might come in handy.'<br/><br/>The foursome made their way down the driveway, past the cars. The doors of the cars were unlocked, if someone wanted to get something out of a car, or glove box per chance. The first walker approached, dragging his left foot behind him. The walker was wearing a pink dress shirt and the tattered remains of a gray and white tie. His tattered trousers were of a gray twill pattern. The pink shirt had stained blood, dirt, leaves and various types of debris stuck to his. The walker was bald. His skin was graying in color and the eyes, that that distant stare to them. They may have been bloodshot, but what should have been red, was now black. Blood stained the<span style="font-style: italic">creature's</span>chin. In fact, the front of the man's pink business shirt gave off the appearance of a sloppy spaghetti eater; his chest coated in stained blood.<br/><br/>Joe was nervous as he approached this former businessman turned walking undead. He hefted the 20-lb steel bar, pointed it as the man's chest and thrust it forward.  The pointed end impaled itself quite easily into the creature's chest. It stumbled back and fell upon the dirt driveway. The body writhed on the ground; its feet moving as though it were upright and walking still. Its arms reached upward grabbing at anything or everything. The tanker's bar stuck straight up, twitching back and forth from the walker's movements. Joe put his foot on the thing's abdomen and pulled the bar out. Next, he thrust it into the walker's head. That seemed to stop it from twitching.<br/><br/>Joe didn't exactly pick up on the head thing right away. Other walkers were still slowly approaching the group. His family began their defense of grandpa's Huntington home.