[b]Floyd - I was never a church person - Lynn[/b]

"You say all this yet she's out there alone. You and your high cotton smart talk" he finished, rushing forth into the street pulling out his trench knife, bumping passed her on his way. "If you wanna know whose in there, then you best get movin'." The walkers that had led him to the church would no longer be his guides, they were now enemy. With a quick thrust, Floyd pierced the first walker through the back of the skull, penetrating the blade through the brain, causing the soulless corpse to fall motionless. The thud the collapse caused, called forth other walkers around it to focus on Floyd, rather than the gunshots. 

Without hesitation, Floyd pushed another walker down to the ground, jumped on it, and stabbed it directly in the face about three times, ending its 'life'. He noticed three other walkers heading towards him as well, but unlike the two he just killed, these were at a decent range where he could either shoot with his arrow, or just run passed them. He turned back to Lynn. "C'mon, I ain't got all day!" he called out as he started to jog towards the side of the church where the gunshots were loud and clear. It seemed that there was crossfire between the raiders and another group. So Floyd was going through all this trouble to help yet another person, stupid redneck.

He then peaked through the tinted window. Church windows were always so damn glamorous that one couldn't really see much through them. They always had these images and colors that made them like art rather than a window - what they're actually supposed to be. Floyd wasn't really religious, he was somewhat a deist. He believed there was a creator, a god, but didn't think much of him. He never prayed, never really got him anywhere. His life was shit regardless he did it or not. Father and mother absent, best friend absent, he was just alone all the damn time, not even the community priest wanted him around, he was 'trouble' as the white trash called him. Anyhow, all one could see through the window was shadows moving left and right. Without turning he spoke, surely Lynn was beside him by now. "We gonna have to get in there. There should be a door through the back, if not, we'll just flank them. I can go through the front door, you can just start shootin' from here" he suggested. This was now a life and death situation. If he died here, it would be obvious that God was never on his side from birth. When you die in the house of God, it's obvious where your going.