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the light just step inside and make sure everything’s to your liking.”
     
    Bob and Chuck moved towards the door slowly. After running and doing supply runs for five weeks, they didn’t like dark rooms. They stopped just short of the door waiting for the light to come on. Instead they heard a gun being cocked.
     
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    Mrs. Adams reached the fuse box. There was no way she would allow these two sinners to take her food, or force her into a den of depravity. This was her house, and she would defend it till Jesus came to take her away.  She pulled her late husbands pistol from the her boot.  It had worn away some of the skin, but it was part of the penance of being forced to use a tool of evil. She turned on the two men and cocked the gun. The men stiffened and turned in surprise.
     
    The younger one put his hands up. “Mrs. Adams, I swear we don’t want to hurt you or your family,” he said. “But we need these supplies. Our offer stands, come back to the base with us. Your supplies won’t last forever and you have no way to get more.”
     
    “ Stop talking. I will not be seduced away from God or my family, or my home.”
     
    “ We’re not seducing you Mrs. Adams,” the silent man spoke for the first time.  “You’re family can come with us. And we have a preacher, Father McKay, at the base. He holds sermons every day so that everybody can go to them even if they have to work on Sunday.”
     
    “ LIAR!” she shouted at them. “Blasphemer! This scourge is sent by Satan himself. He is God’s punishment on all of us sinners. Those of us too impure to go to Heaven immediately must use this time to purify our souls. This is our second chance. Our only chance. I WILL NOT LET YOU SEDUCE ME!”
     
    The silent man went for his gun. She shot first. He went down, blood poured from his stomach. He started moaning. He sounded just like the Damned souls outside. The younger man still had his hands up, tears ran down his face.
     
    “ You!  Bob. Grab the sinner. Take him into the freezer. God will judge you soon. Pray now if you will.”
     
    The man started blubbering, it sounded like a simple child’s prayer. Probably the only prayer he remembered from his time of Innocence. She jerked her gun at him, motioning him to start moving. He bent down, grabbing the moaning man under the arms and began moving backwards into the freezer.
     
    She made sure he kept his eyes on her. She could see the slow, jerky movements just barely visible in the freezer. Her children were cold, they moved like puppets. The ropes kept them in the darkness. But their hands could just be seen from where she stood.  The young man backed right into them.
     
    He started screaming as he felt the cold, half frozen hands grab his back.  She moved closer, crying as she watched Martha and Bobby feast on the sinner.  Her children, Damned, but still her children.
     
    The silent man was screaming, now that the shock had worn off. She saw her husband crawling on the floor grab him.  He had lost his legs when he had went in to speak with the children.  Despite his love of God, he had killed himself, forever barring himself from Heaven. 
     
    She walked to the door, and turned on the light just long enough to see the ropes that encircled all of her families necks.  As she closed the door she smiled, at least she had thought to remove their adams apples, she couldn’t stand the moaning.
     
    She walked upstairs slowly, her knees were stiff and sweaty. The Sinners companions would be coming soon. She had to pray.
     
    She took of her boots and sat down, lifting her dress daintily over her knees. Carefully she unwrapped the bandages covering her knees. They were soggy from her sweat and blood.  Holding her dress away from her knees she went to her prayer spot, and dropped on her knees, onto the old mirror.  She gasped in pain as the shattered mirror once more pierced her skin.
     
    She began to pray.
     
    Tears ran down her face as she heard