Roy remembered the first lesson his mother had ever taught him. It had stuck with him throughout all their fighting, and it had stuck with him long after she passed. She said, "Roy... You're selfish. If you ever want to find peace, you need to think of others before yourself. Even if it means putting yourself in danger. I didn't raise a coward, so don't act like one."<br/><br/>It was a rough childhood.<br/><br/>But it had been said, and remembered all these years, and now Roy sat watching a trap, that he barely escaped, unfold at his neighbor's where potentially his friendly neighbor's, (if not a bit odd), could be in danger. And he would be walking headfirst into that danger if...<br/><br/>'Aw, fuck it.'<br/><br/>Roy dashed into the house, holding Jaws in one hand, and came face to face with a dog, barking madly at him. Roy was not a dog person, but a quick glance let him know that there were indeed occupants, and the mist was starting to catch up to him.<br/><br/>How was he going to do this? 'Think Roy, think...'<br/><br/>He started to speed towards the girl, and that was when the mist hit.