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John was frozen by the sight before him. Little Bobby Taylor, the child whom he had prayed over when he had complications at birth, the child who he viewed as the son he never had, was in front of him, howling. He wore his soccer gear, which was bloody. Unable to move, he stood there silently as Sargent Wright knocked his head off. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he sobbed audibly. Tony Jackson, a member of his church placed his hand on John's shoulder, and said, "Isn't that- isn't that-" He retched and vomited on the spot. John hugged him tightly, and then briefly said his last rites, and turned around, tears streaming freely. Looking at Erik, he said, "S-Sargent, please, help guide everyone up the stairs. It's not safe here." Turning back to Tony, he said, "Tony, stay with your family." Hefting the gold cross, he said, "I'll stay here, and make sure everyone gets up." Standing at the base of the stairs, he shouted to everyone left in the lobby. "Move! Get to the upper levels! Don't take the elevators, we don't know if they're safe." Those in the community who knew him, and those in the church immediately went up the stairs, trusting in their Reverend. There were a few who looked back at him, distrustfully, and ran out in the street, disappearing into the smoke and screams.
Holding his cross ready, he stood watch at the base of the stairs. He began quoting Psalm 23, both to comfort the people going up the stairs, and to bolster his own resolve. "The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever."
After he finished, there was a disturbance in the lobby, which was now clear of any living people. The Hispanic woman, who had gotten bit, was twitching. Eight of the undead shambled over the broken glass of the window, causing it to crunch under their feet. Backing up the stairs, cross ready, he said, "Sargent! Need you down here!"
Holding his cross ready, he stood watch at the base of the stairs. He began quoting Psalm 23, both to comfort the people going up the stairs, and to bolster his own resolve. "The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever."
After he finished, there was a disturbance in the lobby, which was now clear of any living people. The Hispanic woman, who had gotten bit, was twitching. Eight of the undead shambled over the broken glass of the window, causing it to crunch under their feet. Backing up the stairs, cross ready, he said, "Sargent! Need you down here!"