[b]"...in these troubled times. Lend us your aid, O Lord, and-"[/b] Rev. John was cut off by a loud crashing sound, ghoulish screaming, and several gunshots. Whipping around, the pastor's prayer drifted away as he took in the scene before him. There was a man, staggering in, and by the looks of it, was Sargent Wright, of the local police. John didn't know the man well, but they were acquainted. Throwing open the door, John rushed the man inside, and said, [b]"Sargent! Are you all right? What exactly is going on out there?"[/b] Closing the door behind him, John began to ask, [b]"Is there anyone still alive out there?"[/b], but was again interrupted by the sound of a crashing sound. This time, however, it was an obese black man, with unkempt dreads, and blood staining his lips and hands, breaking through the glass of the full-length window of the lobby. 

Stunned for a moment, the priest was galvanized by the scream of an attractive young Hispanic woman, who was being devoured by the undead. Reaching into his messenger bag, John pulled out the cross that he had brought along as a bludgeon. Running towards the struggling pair, he raised the cross high, and brought one arm of the solid gold figure down at the base of the neck of the infected, snapping it's spine, and causing it to go limp. However, the man's teeth still had a tenacious hold on the woman's shoulder, and no matter what he did, John couldn't separate the two. John shouted, [b]"I need some help over here!"[/b], as the woman's screams grew softer. He frantically tried to pull the zombie off, eventually resorting to breaking it's teeth and jaw with the statue. Tragically, it was too late. John stared, horrified, at the gory wound, which consisted of several bite marks that tore away her shoulder to the bone. Flecks of bone and rotten teeth remained in the wound. John stood above the woman's body, and crossed himself, whispering, [b]"May your soul find rest."[/b] Turning to everyone else, he asked, [b]"Is everyone all right?"[/b]