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to punch at the body, who in turn continued to snack on the fresh wound. The preacher felt her jaws and tongue inside of his body. He felt her take away pieces of him in her mouth.
     
    Carl fell onto him and finished what the blonde had started. Carl tore some veins out of his neck and the preacher’s blood ran all over the carpet, the altar, and more importantly, into Carl’s awaiting mouth.
     
    Margie watched the terrible sight and prayed to both her fathers; the one in heaven, as well as the one being eaten several feet in front of her. Her father, the preacher, had instilled much faith in her, but no one could ever handle this sight. She felt tears rolling down her cheek, but became numb to the scene.
     
    The congregation was in total chaos at this point. Many were attempting to flee through the small double doors. The smarter and more observant had already left. The blindly faithful had stayed behind, and for many, it was too late. They all pushed and ran and screamed at one another as they made haste to the parish’s only double doors out front.
     
    They could not get past each other and would not let the other out.
     
    The herd of people fighting to leave looked like a novelty sized catering sandwich to the undead. They limped and crawled their way over to the loud herd. The one’s in the back of the line were first to go. They were pulled off and quickly dispatched. A few of the dead wandered into the line. The terrified people didn’t even notice the dead right next to them. The corpses just leaned in and chewed through people’s throats. Blood spraying into the eyes of those still in line only added more to their fear.
     
    Their screaming grew louder and only served to awaken the freshly dead corpses who were now making their way towards the meat.
     
    Margie remained quiet. She was able to put two and two together. The more noise they made, the safer she was. They were beyond help. She needed to escape.
     
    Margie, the pale, blonde young adult, stood atop the pews, knowing what might happen if she touched the floor. She began to think and to pray.
     
    “Now isn’t a time to lose faith. I can get out of here”, she thought to herself.
     
    “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…”
     
    She began to pray to herself. It always helped her clear her mind in the past and now was no exception.
     
    She began to think of another way out.
     
    “…Thy kingdom come, thy will be done…”
     
    She remembered her father’s office behind the altar. There is a window she could squeeze through in there!
     
    “…On earth as it is heaven…”
     
    She gently hopped from pew to pew making as little noise as possible. She rationalized the situation by looking at the people trying to get out as a big, living hourglass. There was still plenty of noisy sand left for cover.
     
    She ran out of pews to hop across and gently put her feet on the ground.
     
    “…Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us…”
     
    She looked to see if she was being followed or if she had aroused the attention of anything at all. Right now, even the desperate living were her enemy. If just one of those scared people saw where she was headed, they would bring the dead over to her and block her exit.
     
    She crept behind the altar and saw the hidden hallway that led to her father’s office. The cries of the people were getting lower and lower. She could now hear individual pleas for help.
     
    She was running out of sand.
     
    “…and lead us not into temptation…”
     
    She looked through her father’s office. Margie knew that things were only going to get worse and, at this point, anything would help her.
     
    She opened the drawers in his desk.
     
    “Come on dad, you cheaped out at Christmas. Give something nice. Show me you love me”, she said as if someone else was in the room.
     
    In the bottom drawer was her father’s revolver. It