Bishop then remembered he had a gun. A gun he couldn't use. It wasn't that he didn't have ammunition, it was that he didn't have the skill. If he tried to use the gun, he would end up hurting himself, but did he really want them to know that? Did he really want to tell them that in a firefight he'd certainly die? Bishop didn't want to, but when the dog got in the house, and it would, he didn't want to have something that could've saved the three of them. 

"Does anyone here know how to shoot a gun?"

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The dog paused and sniffed the air. There was easier prey nearby, the beast just didn't know where. The dog walked around the house, following the scent. He was downwind of something, and it smelled delicious. The dog continued to sniff around until he found the source of the stink. There was man hiding in the nearby park, and he looked like an easy snack. 
The dog stood and sniffed for a moment, confirming. It let out a low, wheezing growl before bolting towards the man in the bushes. Its breathing was hallow, giving the illusion that it was still alive. 
[i]The body, when infected, would still keep it's old habits. The brain still functioned, but it was driven towards another purpose. [/i]


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