Uncle Hanks Cabin or the Zombie Apocalypse Comes to Citrus County Florida Part 1

Zombies and swamp creatures attack an old man's cabin along the Florida Gulf Coast. Is this the beginning of a Florida Apocalypse? This is a short story 6664 words. A flash of light followed by a thundering boom shook the old cracker-shack. Hank cursed the summer storm and prayed he wouldn't lose his cable TV again. Not during his favorite show...Dang, Colonel O'Neal was just about to...bang, something big and heavy hit the side of his house.
Now what, Hank thought. He got up and walked to his front door. On his way he snagged his 12 gauges Remington pump and chambered a round with his thumb takes the safety off.
Hank always had a shotgun ready. His theory was you never knew when one of those Ghuy-oloes might show up at Ripple Point.
An armed Hank jerks opened the door and scanned the porch. Rain poured down in sheets and the porch spotlights were lost in the torrents of rain. Nothing.
Suddenly, to his right a giant shape stumbled toward him. It moaned, or was the sound a growl?