Smoke rose to the air.

Abel gritted his teeth. They wouldn't have enough food for a day — but they'd surely die if they don't leave now.

"Fall back! Use the cafeteria exit!"

He leaped down the railings and shouted, distracting the zombies. He could faintly see the horde. The ground beneath him started to vibrate.

Abel ran down the courtyard, into the desert. Chills ran down his spine. More than a hundred? These zombies would overrun him in minutes — well, at least the others would have more time to escape.

God, should he recite that prayer now?

Wait, can he actually say, "In your hands, O Lord, we humbly entrust myself"??

Maybe change the 'we' to 'I'?

Gunshots filled the air.

Abel ducked down. Aren't they out of ammunitions? He jumped into the nearest pit and looked back.

His jaw dropped.

Hundreds of zombies laid motionless on the ground. Just inches behind him.

"Father, are you okay?"

"Wait, isn't that another priest?"

Huh? Abel crept out and looked up.

Is that... Cain??

"Some fashion you got there — wearing a priest robe with an MK-48, brother!"

"What can I say when you disrupted my afternoon mass?" Cain chuckled and leaped down.

*20 years before ..... *

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