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The Church- Part 7- The Beginning of the EndThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by john mccuaig | |
| Saturday, 05 April 2008 | |
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Share it:       I just can't let this continue. The survivors' euphoria of beating back the horde has quickly blown away. The desperation of our situation has resurfaced but now it's even worse. We don't only have the zombies to deal with; it's also Matt and his vengeance.
Reverend McKay is at the gateway surveying our patchwork defences; there is no sign of Wayne around so I have a chance to speak to him now without the threat of a smashed in skull.
"Where will this end? Will you not rest until we are all dead? You make me sick!" I coldly whisper in the Reverends ear.
"How dare you!" screams the Reverend, "This is Gods will, we are on the Road to Salvation!" He looks around and sees that all the people in the courtyard are now staring at him; he can see in their eyes that they are starting to distrust him. For the first time I can sense that he is worried, no not worried, make that scared.
The Reverend storms off over to Peter, they speak for a few seconds then Peter scurries off towards the main building. To collect Wayne and his club no doubt, maybe I have questioned the Reverend once too often.
I go up to my roof and await my fate. I decide that I shall go out fighting; Wayne won't find me an easy target.
"What in hells name is that?" I mumble to myself. There's screaming down in the courtyard; I run to the edge of my roof to see what's going on.
Wayne is walking across the courtyard towards the Reverend, he is carrying something long. Oh my god I can see it now- it's a leg, it must be Peters! He has turned into one of them; it must have happened overnight when he was in his room and he/it couldn't get out until Peter had opened the door.
The, as brave as ever, Reverend is on his knees praying out loud. No one is running to help him, some have run for weapons but most have gone to hide.
If I sprinted down I could probably get there in time but I decided an easy stroll would suffice. With the Reverend and Wayne gone we could move on, make peace and start to rebuild properly.
By the time I got down it was over, but not the ending I was expecting. Wayne is lying on the floor minus his head. Dawn was standing over the body with an axe in her hands.
"My child! My child! You are my saviour!" the Reverend proclaimed whilst still on his knees. "I knew God would not let me die. I have to complete his work."
Dawn is staring down at the body of her dear brother, how must she be feeling? She has just lopped of his head; it can't be of importance that he was just a walking corpse for he always has been and always will be her big brother.
" **** you!" she spits at the now crying Reverend. "I didn't do anything for you; I couldn't let him be like that for another second."
As I get closer I can see the anger swelling up in her blue eyes. The hatred is almost exploding out of her very soul. This is going to get even nastier.
She drops the axe and kicks Reverend McKay straight in the face. "Get up you son of a *****!" she shouts as she draws a knife out from her belt. "You are going to pay for what you have done to my brother."
The Reverend starts screaming "Help! Someone help me; get this mad woman off me. Help! Please save me, I am a messenger from God!"
With all his henchmen dead he hopes he still has some supporters, some believers. A couple of men start to make their way gingerly over to the now walking couple, the sobbing clergyman and the deranged sibling with a knife at his throat.
"You two can **** off," she demands "Are you going to risk your life's again for this charlatan? He has been the cause of all the deaths over the last few days. It's going to stop and its going to stop now."
One man stops then retreats but the other draws his knife and continues onwards. I quietly make my way behind him and when close enough kick him in the back of his leg. This makes him drop to his knees where I now slam the hilt of my knife into the back of his head knocking him unconscious.
Dawn looks slightly shocked; I nod at her to continue with her plan. She almost smiles but her grief and anger soon puts a stop to that.
She drags the Reverend up on top of the side wall and proceeds to the lowest section. All this time he is still crying and pleading for help. I find myself begging for Dawn get this over with quickly. Even although he deserves no mercy I am beginning to feel a little remorse for our actions.
Dawn throws a rope ladder over the wall "Get your fat arse down there now!" she bellows at the Reverend.
He shakes his head with disbelief "No please, please let me live!"
Dawns knife strikes out across his arm causing a deep cut and a child like scream from him.
"That will give them something to chase after," she laughs. "Now get down there, you can go like you are or I will cut the tendons in your legs, throw you over and you can try and crawl away."
He looks down at the clearing, there are a half dozen or so zombies mulling around. I guess he decides it's his only option and still crying he sets off down the ladder.
I watch as he dodges past the slow moving beasts and heads off into the trees. Where can he go? We are sure there are no other settlements around and he obviously can't go to Matts. It's a definite Death Sentence. It's no more than he deserves.
Dawn walks towards me "Right John, all this **** stops now. We need peace; we must make things right with Matt. Get your gear; you are taking me to the supermarket."
Bloody great. Going to meet the man whose father I had invited to his eventual death, this should be fun. Copyright 2008 john mccuaig |
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