Flash Fiction - No Senses

(200 words or less) A cop struggles with his loss of hearing in a zombie outbreak.

    Humans take for granted all luxuries until they're stripped to bare necessities. Hope is lost when they're stripped of something even more. The gunfire was worst during the first day, police using strength to combat futility. Last day on the force, that was. He was on his own, and his ears rang.

    Day after day, like sinking in the deep end of a pool, it only got worse. His sense of sound had betrayed the fight in him by opting for flight. Bullet by bullet, keeping the monsters at bay, both fluttered away. The howls of what were once people started to fade, his efforts to repel those howls turning from bangs to dull thuds. When the screams became nothing more than whispers, he realized he'd already drowned.
    It’s been weeks. The ear plugs he now wears are nothing more than a helmet worn after the fall. He lost his fight. It's at night, when his eyes close for sleep, that paranoia kicks in. He cannot see the glowing eyes of the wolves at his door. He cannot hear them knocking, nor their howls. All anyone can have left is hope.