Wracked with guilt, Mac took a few minutes to compose himself. But first, he looted the house they had just arrived at for new clothes to replace his robes, as he was now spattered with blood. Procuring himself a turtle neck sweater and worker's jeans, he changed, and use the little remaining water in the taps to clean off the various fluids on his face. Once cleaned up, he opened his back pack, and began to grab various cans and dried food for the journey ahead. At least he only had to gather food for one now.

It was while doing this that Mac heard a smash in the living room, and ran out of the kitchen quickly to investigate. That's when he realized with horror: Perhaps the creatures had heard the screaming... He was answered by a chorus of groans and moans, as zombies banged on the windows and crawled through the smashed remains of another, paying no heed to the glass as it tore into them. Panicking, Mac ran up the stairs, and looked out of the window, to see the house surrounded, as thirty plus of the beasts wandered over from the horde. He knelt to the ground, and uttered a pray beneath his breath: "[i]O' most divine Lord, I trust in Your judgement, and beg Thee to guide me to safety, for You are the true One Protector, Defender of the weak and lost. I repent all, and place my faith into His loving care, Amen...[/i]"

Mac stood up, and looked out of the various windows on the second floor, as he heard the zombies clamber up the stairs. Running out of options: It was while he was in what appeared to be a nursery room that he noticed a shed a little way off from the house, just within jumping distance... Mac anxiously climbed on the window sill, crouching, as an anthro rabbit entered the room, accompanied by a few humans, growling and drooling. He took one last look at them, and took his leap of faith, just as the nearest creature grabbed for him. With a loud thud, he soared over the horde around the house, and smacked into the roof of the shed, rolling off it on the other side, and hitting the ground. 

Luckily, the father was not injured, save for a few bruises, and got up as the horde turned their attention to the shed. He narrowly side stepped a zombie, running with all his might into the woods, towards the river. Forming a plan feverishly in his head, he weighed up his options: With Cindy dead, the father was sure that no one else was alive in Fairfield, save for the sinful soldiers who murdered their fellow man and women without remorse. And with the Lord's blessing, he had escaped to carry on His divine duty, to save the sinners of this world from the fate of the wicked. He needed to get through the barricades somehow, and continue to the other townships. He reached the edge of a clearing, and saw the road go in either direction, and another row of houses. Mac took this time to rest, sitting within the bushes to stay out of sight (though nothing moved in the streets), and, snacking on a nutrient bar, thought out his plan.