“How long has he been like this?” Slade asked.
“Three months,” Tobias said. “A whole herd tore through town and he got bit.”
Lars had been chained to the bed. His eyes were blank. His body had been ravaged, whether from age, or zombification, Slade wasn’t sure, but he assumed a combination of both.
A red bandana covered his mouth, but his teeth scraped together as Slade took a step closer.
As he reviewed his father’s condition, he had but one question for Tobias. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” Tobias said. “I was hoping maybe he’d change back to normal. Maybe this was temporary, like when you get sick and then you get better.”
Lars growled loudly and attempted to sit up but his chains held him down.
“Then when I realized that wasn’t going to happen I…I just couldn’t do it.”
Slade watched as his father tossed about.
“Everyday I woke up and told myself this will be the day that I take care of it,” Tobias said. “But I never do.”
Slade pulled Gunther’s knife out of its sheath, then approached the bed. “You ok with this?”
Tobias’ eyes welled up. “Yes…it should be family but…I don’t want to watch.”
He headed for the door, but stopped to say, “Love you, Pa.” Then he left.
Slade’s eyes were just as teary as his brother’s. He grabbed a clump of his father’s hair to hold his head steady, poked the knife into his father’s ear, then pushed. Hard.
“Love you, Pa.”