[i]Some time later, on the road to Spencer's Mill[/i]

"Goodness, this death and destruction..." The priest muttered to himself, driving slowly down the road as he saw burnt out wrecks of vehicles and numerous corpses lying in the road. This plague has spread, he thought to himself. And there is no stopping it, for these are the Last Days. Man shall be reunited with God in His Holy Kingdom, or shall perish in the hell fires of Damnation for all eternity. That is beyond doubt now. With great care, Mac navigated the streets, surveying and watching for more of the beasts. But so far, quiet. Something primal stirred within him, something that, for the briefest second, had to use all his will power to suppress. For the Lord was watching. Always watching.

As he continued, there was a bang in front of him, high in the sky, and what appeared to be a firework spark into life, before fading out into nothing. Others, those yet unturned, who's souls cried out for salvation. He must continue his mission, and his other task must wait. With this, he sped off towards the location of the signal, wary that the other creatures would surely notice it. Mac was ready for them.