"We gotta go to..."/ Go home

From Create Your Own Story

20 minutes later

"You're back!" your wife Jill said. Jill was 27, and has a slender figure. She was pregnant with your child. "Here I am! How's the kid?" I said, gently hugging her. "Still kicking inside of me every 10 minutes. Come on, you look tired. Let's go sit down and watch TV." Jill said. You agreed and sat down on the couch with her. "Hey, guess what?" you ask. "What?" "I love you." you said and kissed her. And what's when it happened.

BOOM

Jill slumped over, dead. "JILL!" you yelled. You saw a bullet wound in her head. She died instantly.

Shit...

You gently put Jill down, shedding a tear. You hear a van coming. You look out the window and see the van pulling up. Has a weird symbol on the side. People get out of the van, armed with sub-machine guns. You grab your trusty dual pistols and: