"Flash" being relative

This week on Word Whores we're doing a bit of flash fiction. Last week we asked for word suggestions. Each of us will write a short story based on these six words:


zombie
delicious
gelatinous
combustion
piercing
bacon

And here we go: 

Bacon fried in the pan, slowly searing and crisping and eventually blackening into cinders. On the TV a zombie staggered slowly down the street, eyes aglow in the perpetual midnight of a repeating DVD feature. Outside the rains fell in heavy, gelatinous globules that exploded in heavy ripples across every surface. The skies were dark, save for when the clouds ran across each other and sparked a combustion of pyrotechnics.
In the kitchen the last man on Earth looked out at the morning and contemplated his day. She was out there somewhere, the last woman, and he would find her, no matter how far she ran. 
He took a sip of his coffee, "Hmm. Delicious." 
It was time for the hunt to begin.