Pained screams erupted through the two story house, as Father Macintyre ran with all his might towards the source, axe in hand and sweat pouring down his brow as he flew down the stairs. The screams could only mean one thing: His faithful follower Cindy had fallen victim to the clutch of these wicked monsters. He rounded the corner to the kitchen, and the sight was truly lifted right out of a nightmare: Cindy had dropped her bat when she was ambushed, and batted uselessly at her assailant's head with balled fists, tears streaming down her face, and bodily fluids erupting from her mouth. Blood was streaming out in a pool around her, as two of the vile creatures ripped into her stomach, not even bothering to kill her first before devouring her flesh. They tore strips of flesh from her, shoving the fistfuls of meat into their mouths, and biting into various organs. Her guts were strewn around her, and even Mac stood in shock and horror, face pale and eyes wide with fear, amazed she could even still be alive.

A split second later, after what seemed like an hour to the father, he snapped out of it, and rage filled him. Damn you, Lucifer, trying to take this young girl as your own! God has already claimed her a spot in His Holy Kingdom, I will not let you take her! Gritting his teeth, he stomped over to the zombies, readying his axe and swinging it wide to his side. The closest stopped feasting, and turned towards the noise, only to have the axe impact right into int's neck, it's head severed off save for a few strands of sinew. Blood erupted from it's open throat, and it crumpled to the ground. By this time, the other had noticed this, and stood up with surprising speed, lunging at the father and growling like an animal. Which wasn't a surprise, because this one wasn't human. It appeared to be one of those anthro people the father had seen, a cat of some sort.

Mac brought his axe up just in time to intercept it, as the cat person slammed it's body into his own, the axe handle placed along it's neck to stop it's advance. It snapped and hissed mere inches from his face, slowly getting closer. Pulling his head back, angered beyond measure, the father brought his head down with a crack, headbutting the monster. Dazed and confused, it stumbled back from the blow, and Mac flipped his axe around, swinging and smashing the creature in the side of the head with the back the axe blade, With a groan, ti fell to the ground even more dazed, and Mac took the opportunity to stand above it, placing a foot on it's chest and bringing the axe down on it's forehead. Brain matter and blood exploded from the wound, as it's skull split like a melon, and it ceased to move, the gurgled sobbing of Cindy and the father's heavy breathing the only noise that remained.

After resting for a second, he walked over to Cindy, and she sobbed, knowing what was coming next, The father held his blood stained axe in one hand, and gave her a small wooden cross with the other hand. Hands trembling, she took it, and placed it on her chest, breathing slower and slower. Not much time left for this one. With a low, respectful voice, Mac started to say the verse he had said so many times already in the last twelve days:

"[i]O most merciful Jesus, Lover of souls, I beseech Thee, by the agony of Thy most Sacred Heart, and by the sorrows of Thine Immaculate Mother, wash clean in the Thy Blood the sinners of the whole world who are to die this day. 
Remember most especially the soul I spiritually adopt with the intention of entrusting her to Thy Shepherd's care: I beseech Thee for the grace to move this sinner, who is in danger of going to Hell, to repent. I ask this because of my trust in Thy great mercy.
If it should please Thy Majesty to send me a suffering this day in exchange for the grace I ask for this soul, then, it, too, shall please me very much, and I thank Thee, Most Sweet Jesus, Shepherd and Lover of Souls; I thank Thee for this opportunity to give mercy in thanksgiving for all the mercies Thou hast shown me.
Amen. 
Heart of Jesus, once in agony, have mercy on the dying.[/i]"

As he recited the words, he had lifted his axe, and held it high above his head. And at the moment he finished, Cindy squeezed her eyes tight, as the axe came down, and ended her life. He stood, unfeeling for a second, before stepping away, and bursting into tears, heavy sobs erupting from his mouth. She was sixteen next week.