Cain stared at his reflection.

"Isn't this too much?"

"Hey, there are already two polices and one military man who came for you, ok? Besides — you look good in a priest robe."

"I-it's not that—"

"Shut up. You're gonna make a priest go to confession thrice and now you can't stop yapping? A thank you will be nice, you know."

"Thank you?"

Someone knocked on the door again.

Juan's laugh quickly turned into a groan.

"I bet it'll be someone looking for you. Wait here."

But just seconds after he left — Cain heard him scream.

He rushed outside.

Juan was trembling on the ground, his eyes bulging at the horrendous scene ahead of him.

The Sergeant who was looking for him screamed in agony as a disfigured creature gobbled him alive.

Cain grabbed the porch chair and smashed it into the figure's head.

Once.

Twice.

Again —

Until it lay motionless.

Comrade Kurt?

Wait — could it be—?

"Cain, watch out!"

He turned around and smashed the head of the reanimated Sergeant before he could bite his shoulder.

Noises blurred away. A high-pitched shriek shot through his head.

Cain cupped his mouth.

It wouldn't, would it?

He feels completely fine...

Juan held him, preventing him from toppling over.

Is he ok? It shouldn't be his first kill, right?

Screams filled the air.

The street ahead of them burnt in fire and blood. People flooded into the chapel, begging for help.

"Come on, dude — we gotta gather the survivors and get out of here!"

Cain nodded, holding his head.

The Sergeant had a handgun. Two hands full of ammunition. And a grenade.

Kurt had a laser gun, knives, and a taser.

"Tell everyone to gather whatever weapon, food, med kits, and necessities they have. We'll hold the base for 30 minutes."

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