His white eyes searing with evil, the deadite-possessed Mr. Campbell snarled, chucking Shiro away and into the opposite wall of the mobile home, sending him crashing to the ground in a rumpled heap as he continued inside. As he came in, Pidge narrowed her eyes, overcome with rage.

Grabbing for the closest thing, she managed to snatch up an iron skillet from the counter, cracking the old man over the face with it with all her might.

"Leave him alone, you motherfucker!"

As she hit him, his body made a sickening crack sound, sending the man flying into a rage as he grabbed the skillet from her before shoving Pidge backwards and into the kitchenette walls.

"Pidge!" cried Keith, who maneuvered his way around the man, grabbing a large kitchen knife and swinging wildly at him, managing to get a good cut in before the man let out a loud, inhuman wail of pain before showing Keith's head against the wall, knocking him dazed.

"Oh, fuck this!" Lance snapped, grabbing the shotgun off the counter, "Why didn't you dumbasses use the friggin' gun?!"

He then aimed the gun at the man, point blank, preparing to fire. "Don't think you're human anymore so this should be justified I think… now, say hello to my little-!"

BAM!

Lance fired the gun, but the kick sent him sailing backwards and into the wall, full force, causing him to fall on the ground in a daze.

"Hell of a kick…" he muttered woozily, his eyes going wide as he saw the old man coming towards him, grinning, his whited out eyes burning savagely as his fingernails began to extend into long, sharp points, high pitched giggling escaping his throat.

"Guys! Look at this! I found a chainsaw!"

Everyone looked over at Hunk, who had emerged from Shiro's bedroom, holding a large, red chainsaw.

"Hunk...? Buddy, what the fuck..." Lance mumbled.

"We can use this to defeat the- GAHHHH!"

As he spoke, the old man charged at him, smashing Hunk against the wall and sending the chainsaw clattering to the floor.

"Big guy like you oughta have a huge, sweet soul, huh fat boy?!" the old man snarled, cackling in Hunk's face, Hunk closing his eyes and whimpering in fear.

"Ugh... dude, you've got like... the worst breath! Please... please get away! Please d-don't hurt me! I'm too young!"

Just like that, the old man slapped a dry, cracked hand over Hunk's mouth, leaving Hunk's whimpers and pleas muffled.

"Hush now, be a good little fat boy and gimmie that sweet, sweet soul of yours!" the old man snarled again, cackling wildly.

As the old man attacked Hunk, Shiro and Lance both stirred, Shiro eventually rubbing his head and getting up, taking notice of Hunk.

"Oh shit." he muttered, looking down at his wooden hand.

"Well, now's a good of a time as any other." he thought, unscrewing the hand and tossing it on the counter, observing Lance, who was watching him in a daze.

"Lance! Toss me that!" he called over, gesturing to the chainsaw, hoping Lance would take the hint. Thankfully, after looking a bit confused, Lance lurched forward, grabbing the chainsaw by the handle and tossing it to Shiro.

As the chainsaw sailed towards him, Shiro extended out his right arm, the stump extending closer and closer to the approaching chainsaw, aiming for a cavity that had been placed... almost like a mount.

And just like that, Shiro's stumped arm met the chainsaw, the cavity fitting perfectly over his forearm as he twisted it into place, effectively replacing his wooden hand with a weapon he could use to fight off this monster. He gave a few yanks of the pull cord, revving the chainsaw to life as the old man held Hunk against the wall, his hand still clamped over his mouth, preparing to kill.

"Hey, Grandpa!" Shiro called out, the old man's head snapping around to him, his teeth bared. "Let's end this."

Earning a high shriek from the old man, Shiro readied his chainsaw, the old man letting go of Hunk and rushing towards him.

As the old man ran towards him, Shiro raised his chainsaw arm, swinging it at just the right time as the man came flying at him, the blade slicing through the man's neck, spraying blood all over the walls as his had separated from his body in a spiraling motion, covering Shiro, Keith, Pidge, Lance and Hunk in the man's blood, the body and head thudding against the floor. Shiro then looked down, swinging his blood-stained white bangs out of his face as he retrieved the gun, the old man's head beginning to speak again, this time in a more shrill tone.

"Hey! You! I'll swallow your soul! Swallow your soul! Swallow your soul!" the man cried before Shiro pressed the twin barrels of the shotgun into the man's mouth, silencing him.

"How 'bout you swallow this?"

Just like that, he pulled the trigger, the old man's head exploding on the ground into an even bigger splat of blood, leaving the four kids in the room utterly shocked and even horrified. Shiro then powered down his chainsaw as he turned around and looked at them, raising an eyebrow.

"I won."

"You just chopped that guy's head off…" Lance observed.

"Yeah."

"And… then you blew it up. With… a shotgun."

"Uh-huh."

Lance, Pidge, Hunk and Keith all gaped at Shiro in amazement. Half an hour ago he was just some stock boy… now he was a buff, shotgun toting badass with a chainsaw hand who had just decapitated his zombified neighbor.

"Um… Sh-Shiro?"

"Yeah, Hunk?" Shiro asked, wiping the blood from his face with his shirt tail.

"What… what was that thing?" Hunk asked, nodding to the headless corpse of the old man that lay bleeding on the floor. Shiro looked down at the corpse, stooping down and propping it up against the cabinets.

"That, Hunk, was called a deadite." Shiro explained, "A living, human host that had become possessed by the evil of the Necronomicon."

"Could you have saved him?" Lance asked, kicking at the old man's leg as Pidge leaned over and smacked him on the arm to get him to stop.

"Sadly, no." said Shiro, "Once the evil takes you… there's no going back. It'll try and make others think you're fine, but really, your mind is gone, clouded forever by the evil. Until, someone has to eventually do the unthinkable."

"Is that what happened to your friends?" asked Lance. Shiro then looked a bit sad, remorseful, even.

"Yes, Lance… that is what happened."

"Shit…" Pidge added. Shiro looked over at her, her glasses having fell off in the struggle. As she put her glasses back on fixing her hair, a memory suddenly hit Shiro like a ton of bricks, nearly flooring him.

For a moment he was back in the cabin… with Matt, his boyfriend at the time. Matt had been a genius… always running circles around everyone in the academic world…

"So, Matt, how'd the rest of your family feel about you coming up here for the next few days?" Shiro remembered asking.

"Well, my mom had been totally fine with it, but Katie? She begged me to not to come up here. She wanted me to stay home and teach her algebra."

"Whoa, algebra?! How old is she?!"

"Six. And she can already multiply and divide better than half of the fifth graders at her elementary school. She's gonna go far, man…"

And, just like that, Shiro came back, stumbling back against the wall as he looked over at Pidge, who had just finished putting her hair up.

"Shiro? You okay?" she called over.

"Y-yeah…" Shiro lied. He couldn't tell her about Matt… it would crush her… not to mention, crush him. After all, he'd chopped his head clean off and buried him out in the woods… if he hadn't the evil would've just kept bringing him back… it killed him to leave him there, but Shiro had known what he had to do…

"All right, great. Check this out, Shiro."

He then jumped as Lance appeared beside him, playing a video on his phone. Shiro saw the deadite Mr. Campbell on the video and watched as he attacked. Eventually, he watched as Lance reached out and tossed him the chainsaw, which he used to slice off the monster's head, the video going black soon after.

"Tell me that's not an epic shot!" Lance proclaimed, "Holy shit, man! Holy shit!"

"Why'd you tape it, Lance?" Keith asked, rubbing the back of his head, grimacing as he picked out bloody brain matter from his long locks.

"Um, because if I didn't, nobody would believe us! Duh! And, if I didn't give my parents some sort of concrete proof that these monsters exist, they'd never let me go and fight them off with Shiro!"

"Wait, what?!" Shiro asked, "No way, Lance! You aren't going to-"

"Oh relax, Cruella DeVil, it's not forever! Just until you put the evil back in the book and ditch it! Then we can come back here, I can go to college and we can work back at Big Deals together, live totally normal lives like nothing ever happened."

"I-I don't know, Lance…" Hunk began.

"Oh you never know!" Lance said, "Keith? Pidge?"

Keith thought for a moment, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he pondered the thought.

"Well, I mean… I don't have anything else better to do. I say go for it." Keith said, "Pidge?"

Pidge cast her eyes down at the headless corpse of the old man that had just attacked them, taking off her glasses and rubbing them with her shirt tail in an attempt to get the blood off of them.

"We get to off these things that make people into monsters?" she asked. Shiro sighed and nodded.

"Yes, Pidge. That's what it would be like."

Pidge then placed her glasses back on and grinned at them all, shrugging a little.

"Well, all you boys are gonna need at least one girl on this team anyway so, count me in."

Shiro sighed, looking over at Hunk, who still looked rather freaked out and pale over the whole thing.

"How about you, Hunk? You know, you could say no."

Hunk's large, brown eyes shifted for a moment before he eventually made his decision:

"Well… somebody's going to have to make sure Lance doesn't hurt himself… so, I guess I'm in." he said in a small voice.

"Yes! Look at us! A team! All five of us!" Lance cheered happily, slinging an arm around Hunk and Keith, "We've gotta think of a name!"

"Why is that?" asked Keith, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Well, all the best teams have names! Duh!" said Lance, looking around for something he could use to stem a name off of.

"Er… okay, let me see…" he muttered, seeing a name printed on Shiro's mobile home above the door. "Hmm… 'Voltron'. What's that?"

"Just… what I call this place." Shiro said as he began to clean up the body of the old man, "Just a fun name I came up with to describe my home I suppose."

"Well… that's perfect! 'Team Voltron: Defenders of… the living'?"

"Eh, I think just 'Team Voltron' is good." Hunk shrugged.

"All right, there we go! Team Voltron!"

As all this was happening, Pidge's phone vibrated. She'd gotten a million texts since this all began, all from her worried mother, ranging from "'Katie, where are you?! Are you still at work?! Bad storm coming! Stay there!'" to "'Storm looks like it has passed. Call me when you get a second.'"

But it was the last two messages that had made Pidge uncomfortable. As she looked at the screen, she saw that they were picture messages. One of them read:

"KATIE! PLEASE COME HOME AS SOON AS YOU GET THIS! YOUR FATHER IS HOME! HE'S ALIVE! CALL ME!"

Pidge nearly dropped her phone as she looked at the picture her mother had sent. It was a selfie of her… with her father. Her father that had been thought to be dead for eleven years. The same father who had disappeared with Matt when she was only six… the father she thought she'd never see again.

"Guys! Guys! Shut up a second!" she called over the boys in the room, showing her phone to all of them. "Look!"

Hunk squinted and looked down at the phone, tilting his head to the side.

"What? It's your mom and some guy. Is she dating someone or something? I know that since your-"

"Hunk, that's my dad! That's my Father! He's alive! He's okay! And he's at home right now, waiting for me!"

Shiro didn't like the sound of that. Samuel Holt wasn't alive… he'd watched him die at the hands of the evil eleven years ago in that cabin… he'd dismembered his body, along with Matt's…

There was no way this was true… it had to be a trick.

"Pidge… that's not your father." Shiro said, knowing full and well that this might hurt Pidge… but he didn't care. He had to protect her.

Pidge looked hurt. She glared over at Shiro through her glasses, her eyes narrowed. "How would you know?! This is him, Shiro! I know it is! There's pictures of him all over my house! I know what my father looks like!"

"It's not your father, Katie." Shiro said calmly, "It's the evil. They do this to you. Especially if you're fighting against it. They find your weakness and they exploit it so they can convert you into one of theirs and I'm not going to let that happen."

"Shiro! This is my-"

"Katie! That is not your father!" Shiro told her sternly, "Your father is gone, Katie. I know he is. I was there! I saw what the evil did to him and I promise you, this is not him! Please, believe me!"

Pidge felt as if she might start crying at any moment. She then looked over at the other three, expecting them to back her up.

"Well? Guys! You… you have anything to say?!"

There was silence for a moment before Keith sighed, getting up and putting a hand on Pidge's shoulder.

"Pidge, I think we should believe Shiro."

"What?! No! Keith!" Pidge objected, pulling away from him, "It's my father! I know it is!"

"Pidge… maybe it's for the best…" Lance attempted to add in, "I mean, Shiro hasn't lied to us and… if he says your father's gone… I think we should believe him."

Pidge glared at them all, a horrified and betrayed look on her face, tears spilling from her eyes. It couldn't be… it wasn't true. She'd seen him! And she'd show them he was real… if it was the last thing she did.

Without a word, she turned and stomped out of the mobile home, slamming the door behind her as the four guys looked on, Hunk attempting to open the door and go after her before Shiro placed his good hand on his shoulder.

"Let her be alone for a few minutes, Hunk. It's probably the best thing for her."

Hunk then relaxed, knowing Shiro was right. He then went and sat down on the couch, which thankfully, had minimal blood on it.

Suddenly, the sound of a motor was heard outside, causing the group to sit up, instantly alert.

"What's that?" Keith asked, listening out for the sound. It then sounded like a car was speeding away, forcefully. He then looked over at Lance, whose eyes had gone wide.

"Aw… shit. Aw, man! Shit! Shit!" Lance cried, pushing past the others and flinging open the door, running outside, the others following close behind. He then looked to his right to see his car, his blue corolla, speeding away from the trailer park and then, it had hit him.

"Oh, FUCK ME!" he shouted, kicking up dirt.

"What?! What happened?" Shiro asked, approaching him and looking on where the car had sped off to.

"My car, man! My fucking car!" Lance cried, "Pidge stole my goddamn car!"

It then hit Shiro what had happened. Matt had always been stubborn… now it turns out his sister was either more stubborn or just had wild ambition… or both. She had now committed grand theft auto… all because she wanted to see her "dad". Shiro then realized what he had to do.

"Guys, call your folks. Tell them you'll be late." He said, "We're going after Pidge and we're going right now."