"Hey Trig, are your parents home?" Swift asked.
He nodded. "They should be, atleast."
Swift went to the front door of Trigger's house and pushed it open. It wasn't comepletely shut, but it swung open easily with a tap.
Swift quickly stepped in and went straight to the kitchen. "Ah, man! PIZZA ROLLS! Sweet! I haven't eaten since lunch..." Swift dived into the freezer, pulling out two pizza rolls.
"HEY! Those're mine!" Trigger ran into the kitchen to attempt to rescue his beloved pizza rolls.
They ended up fighting for dominence over the pizza rolls. Trigger had strength, but Swift had speed and agility, plus freaky flexibility.
Lazlo came in and took a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge, then sat at a chair to watch the two fight. Morrigan did the same, but leaned against the wall to watch.
Eventually they agreed on a truce, each splitting five pizza roll each. They fought over who would get the microwave first, but Morrigan pointed out that two could fit in the microwave, so they stopped fighting and put them both in for a minute.
"So, how come we're here, Trigger?" Lazlo asked. "It's not just because you wanted a pizza roll, is it?"
"Nah, man." Trigger opened a Dr. Pepper while Swift opened a root beer. "My dad has a big gun cache deer hunting. Rifles, pistols, I daresay it should help us."
"Help us in what? Living?"
"Yeah, I was thinking that."
After they had ate and had their drinks, their stamina had been restored and their nerves settled. trigger took them to the garae, where his dad's massive gun collection was on display.
But the scene in the garage was not good.
Trigger's dad was on his knee's, looking over the corpse of Trigger's mom. He was cradling a wound in his arm.
"Dad? What happened!?" Trigger ran to his mothers limp body, which he noticed was headless.
"Dont... Dont', son..."
"Dad? What's wrong?"
"She... She got infected.... And so have I..."
Mr. Campell moved his hand, showing a wound that looked like a portion of his arm taken out by a huge bite. A human bite....
Morrigan's eyes widened and Lazlo took a step back.
Mr. Campbell continued. "You get infected... by getting bit... Your mother got infected, and bit me... I had to kill her....." Tears welled up in his eyes and his body shook in grief. "I..... I had to kill.... Your mother....." He put his hands on his face, splatering half if it in his own blood as he sobbed. He stopped, took a breath, and turned to his son. "Jason, I want you... I want you... to kill me..."
Trigger stepped back from his father. "What!? No! I never could do that!"
Mr. Campbell stood and looked his son in the eye. "Please! The virus is spreading in my body. It's too late for me.... I can't be saved. Please, Jason.... I don't want to die a mindless zombie... let me die as a loving father! Please!"
Trigger couldn't take this. He turned his head to the side. "No! I can't! I'm not that cold hearted!"
Mr. Campbell gripped his son's hands and made him face him. "Please! It will be worse if you don't!"
"NO!" Trigger ripped his hands out of his dad's, then pushed him back onto the floor.
Mr. Campbell stood up, went to his gun rack, and picked up his prize possession, the .44 Magnum.
"If you won't kill me now, son, I guess I will have to kill you and your friends."
Everyone gasped and immediatly looked for places to hide.
"Dad! You don't mean..."
"Better you die of a bullet than of this virus! I can feel it.... Seeping in my heart... You don't know this agony, Jason. I don't want you experiencing it, including Swift. He's a good boy. He doesn't desrve to die like this, but it's the best way."
Mr. Campbell raised the pistol to Trigger's eye level and aimed between his eyes.
"Dad! You can't be serious!"
"Oh, I am, son. I only wanted the best for you, and this is what is the best."
Mr. Campbell cocked the gun.
"NO!" Trigger yelled and ran forward.
His father pulled the trigger. The shot of the gun was deafening as a bullet have an inch in size was shot out of the barrel.
Trigger ducked down quickly and dodged the bullet.
Unfortunatly, Morrigan was behind him.
Reacting with more speed then ever before, Swift tackled Morrigan to the ground before the bullet could reach her. They both rolled hard onto the concrete floor, getting a few bruises.
Trigger knocked the pistol out of his fathers hands. It hit the floor and lay restlessly.
Trigger pulled his hand back and backhanded his father. The hit sent him off his feet and onto the ground.
"STOP IT, DAD!" Trigger put a foot on his father's neck. "Think for a second! You think we're all screwed because yo think we are? No, we're gonna fight, and we're gonna survive!"
Mr. Campbell thought, then nodded frantically. "Yes, yes. I see now. You're all young and strong, you can tough it out." Trigger took his foot off his dad's neck and helped him stand.
Trigger put an arm on his father's shoulder. He stood and looked at his fathers face. The face he had grown up to know, the face he had loved all these years, and the face that helped raise him to become the man he was now.
"Dad... I know... That you're gonna die anyways, and you're right. I don't want to see you die as a mindless zombie." Trigger reached down and picked up the gun. "I'm sorry, dad."
Trigger put the gun to his dad's head, took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
