Twas A Good Day To Die

On Christmas day, a man sits, contemplating his life and how the things outside, the indescribable horrors, will soon break through his defences. But this is of no concern to him, for his now miserable life and the hand of fate that has forced him to commit an act so terrible, weigh constantly on his mind.

Short horror/Sci-fi (ish) story. Please read and review.

The artwork for the story was provided by my brother "Robert Thomas Strickland". You can view more of his artistic scribblings on deviantart if you search for strick67.