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[center][h1][color=FCDCDC]Sister Genevieve[/color][/h1]
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[color=FCDCDC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Greater Shiloh Baptist Church (E7) -> Outside Church (E7)
[color=FCDCDC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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It had truly been a glorious day. Kneeling on the ground before the cross, Genevieve finished her silent prayer. It had been eventful getting to this point. Once she said Amen, she stood back up, picking up the sword she had laid on the ground next to her. God's sword, she started calling it. The Sword of Mercy. It's sharpened blade had cut many a vermin she had run across, even those here at the church. It had pained her knowing people had sought safety and sanctuary in a church only to perish and wake up as one of...[i]those[/i].

She sheathed her sword and took in a breath. Arrangements were not ideal, but God often put you through hard times in order to reward you kindly later. [color=FCDCDC]"Thank you, Father, for your most bountiful blessings,"[/color] she said to herself. She walked through the front doors of the church, anxious to get a better understanding of her area.

Once out, she checked the surrounding area and her eye hit a strange sight. A sight she had not seen. A rather large looking vehicle was perched alongside the road, and there were people! Why, this was fortuitous indeed! Eager souls she could help! Surely God had put them in her path. But, she also knew the world now was more dangerous than ever. She had to go carefully. So, sword at her side, gun at the other, she stepped forward towards the truck.