Who doesn't love the land shark?

Annie hasn't breathed fresh air in the past 3 weeks. Not since the sirens started and not since they died out 6 days ago. She assumed the reserve batteries in the city building had gone out, but it could have been the things that used to work there and live all around her. The light had dimmed like a storm had come, but no rain fell and no wind blew. The only thing to arrive at her door were former neighbors as former human beings. She watched them bang on the Kent's door and tear inside with only screams from Martha and then silence.

She hasn't opened her door since that day. Her favorite end tables had gone to the only two windows in the place and only light from the tiny window in the bathroom managed to penetrate her cave. Her food supply was beginning to dwindle and had only lasted this long thanks to organizing the neighborhood canned food drive for the homeless. The first week was filled with meaty stews and beans followed by a week of more watery fare. The past few days had been spent rationing out four cans of creamed corn and 3 cans of french cut green beans. She was getting a bit desperate, but not desperate enough to open the door.

As if on cue, the doorbell rings. She creeps to the peep hole but can't see anything in the night. While her eye is focusing in on the house across the street still on fire, the doorbell rings again. She backed away from the door and stood in silence for a few minutes until the doorbell rang again. Out of far expired instincts, she called out. "Who is it?"

A slight pounding against the door could be heard and then a low guttural groan came as a reply. "Huh-HUH-huh-huh!" She almost thought she understood the voice even in grunt form. After a few moments, he repeated himself. "Huh-huh-huh-huuuuh!" Annie felt a sense of cabin fever build as she began to sense a translation forming in her head. A lack of human contact became more apparent as Annie answered back to her former delivery man.

"Delivery? For little old me? But I didn't order anything." She smiled flirtatiously although no one could see it but Annie. She could her scraping on the other side of the door and a frantic grunting of the same message as if that would get him in faster.

"What kind of delivery do you have for me today?" The repeated grunting stopped as if the thing outside was thinking hard about what she might want. She waited long enough to where she almost asked again when the voice came back.

"HuhhuhHUH?" She finds herself astonished to think she understands what is being groaned to her from behind the door. She could swear he said 'chocolate'.

"Chocolate? No, thank you. I don't have time for empty calories."

"HuhHUH?" He's prepared for her refusal of chocolates. He's a strategist, this one is.

"Flowers? That's sweet, but I don't get much sunlight in here and they'd fall to pieces quickly in here." She ends this statement with a slight giggle at the absurdity of the situation. The laughter seems to irritate the voice as a loud line of angry groans followed that she thought could be taken as vulgarity. After a stream of profanity, the groan impatiently tried again.

"Huh HUUH!"

"Milkman? That's just being silly, isn't it? This isn't the 50s or 60s. People go to the store for these things nowadays though the convenience of delivered milk would be nice to have."

"HuhHUHhuh?"

"Insurance! That's crazy! Who sells insurance these days door to door and who would be stupid enough to buy insurance at a time like this? There are things out in this world now that want to get in and hurt me and money from a policy won't keep them away."

"HuhHUH!"

"Oh, a zombie. That very honest of you. Come on in." Annie reaches her hand to the door and unlocks the deadbolt.