[b]Main floor[/b]

Henry was happy to be back downstairs; with some candles and some battery powered lights, it looks slightly more homely than the dark and hot upstairs; and at least, there was no undead walking around. In his hand, he clutched the key to the alleyway; he made a note where the door was; a large metal door towards the back of the church; probably a place where heavy things like pews or statues could be delivered without causing any issues in the front of the church. It also made a possibly route of escape. With the streets outside surrounded by the undead, at least an alleyway may be safer for people to travel; which might be good considering they had no idea how much food or medicine they still had in the church. 

Fleur began explaining to the officer what had happened, and something hit Henry's chest hard: fear. Had...had he locked the door to the priest's office? He knew he shut the door. And these things...they were probably too dumb to open doors, right? 

Henry paced around, accidentally bumping into a girl with what looked like a staff. "Omf!" He stopped himself from falling over, and then looked at the girl's...stick? "Excuse me..." he said, looking at the weapon quizically. "What is that?" 

[b]Priest's Office[/b] 

The body moved. Inside of the brain of the former priest, the only instinct now was hunger. He wanted to feed. He slowly moved towards the door, flopping against it. It wouldn't budge. But, a cold hand felt something...familiar, in the instinctual fog, the hand turned. And the door opened.