Faith and fortifications

Once your eyes adjust to the dim light within the chapel, you can take stock of your surroundings. The pews look untouched, the bibles still on the shelves. Taking that as a good sign, you have Mary and Kristin sit down at the nearest pew and move back to the main door.

This church was one of the first buildings in the city, and, as such, has some defensible options. You lower the wooden bar over the door and secure it in place. You hope that, in conjunction with the centuries of blessings on the grounds, will prevent demonic entry. You turn to your sister and Mary.

"Okay, we need to see what kind of supplies we can find."

Grabbing three crosses, you make sure you each have one.

"We should also carry some holy water," you realize. "Let's see if we can find some bottles for that."

"Okay," Mary replies. "You've been in here more than I have, so lead the way!" Mary jumps up with hope in her eyes,

"Urgh, I have such a headache!" Kristin groans, holding her head.

This presents a dilemma: you didn't want to split up, but in this case, someone has to be alone.

"Um, we are going to have to split up somehow," you say, looking at Kristin, whose head is still cradled in her hands.

"Why don't, ugh, you and Mary go take stock of the food and bottles, but before you, ah, go, you can move me over to the holy water font and I can, well, sit there with the cross. God will, urgh, protect me."

"Yeah she isn't going with us for sure," Mary says patting Kristin's shoulder.

Kristin's plan is sound, but she wouldn't be able to defend herself if anything went wrong.