Father Nao's body

It's a simple warehouse, the walls a smooth pale grey. There are pallets of goods and equipment stacked everywhere. They've been arranged to form a corridor. At the end, you see a figure. As you approach, you see that it's Father Nao's bloated corpse, tied to a steel building pillar with his arms outstretched. Chairs are arranged around the rotting alter. An asian girl of eighteen or nineteen, with long black hair sits trembling in one of the chairs. A white robed figure stands nearby, spouting some kind of nonsense scripture at her. As you step closer, you see that she's in fact tied to the chair. You walk slowly forward, and the robed figure looks at you, then snarls.

"I told you to give us privacy!" he shouts.

The girl jumps at his sudden show of anger and nearly topples over. The robed man walks towards you, and you notice his robes have blood on them. From the girl's chair, you hear a faint whimpering.

"I need to ask you some questions," you say.

Suddenly, the man bursts forward and lunges at your throat with a knife. You duck just in time, and his blade slices through nothing but thin air. As he runs past you, you swing your rifle butt and connect with the back of his head. He collapses face first into the floor. You walk over to the asian girl and kneel down in front of her.

"I'm gonna be honest, tied to a chair is a good look for you. But not here, like this. How about we get you out of here?" you say.

The girl sees you, and her eyes fill with tears.

"Please, I don't want to die..." she whispers.

You put your hand on hers, "Yeah, I know."

She goes rigid as you pull out your knife and cut through the ropes that bind her wrists. Then you cut her legs free, too.

"Come on," you say.

She stands and you take her hand as you walk back towards the door. You're stopped by the robed man, who grabs your shoulder.

"A prisoner's a prisoner," you think to yourself.

So you grab his wrist and snap it. He cries out and tries to wrench his arm away from you. You let go and he falls backwards. A moment later, you clobber him with the stock of your rifle. This time he stays down.

"Wait here. I'll find us a ride. If he moves, hit him with this until he stops," you say, slipping a nearby two-by-four into her slender hands.

She gulps and nods her head.

"Just...just hurry," she says.

You open the metal door and step outside. Across the street and down the road, you see the motel marked on the map. There are several vehicles parked in front of it.

You cross the street and jog down the road towards the motel. You see the lights on in the office and the front entrance. There are also lights on in several of the rooms and you see movement in the windows.

You see a black Jeep parked off to the side, and three men standing near it. They are arguing with each other. You slink closer and listen in.

"As long as the military's hold up in their fort, we can take as long as we need, brother," one says.

"But the other camps have already taken in their quota for the month," the second one replies. "If we don't find more survivors-."

"Relax," the third one says. "I heard over the radio that some of our brothers are bringing more in right now!"

The second one frowns, "I hope we have enough food."

"Stop thinking so much, brother! You must have faith in Nao!" the first man says.

"Faith in Nao!" the third one says.

"Jesus, how have so many people gone so bat-shit crazy?" you wonder.

As they begin to walk towards the motel, you slink into the darkness. You can plainly see which one has the keys. You wait until they've passed you by, then move in slowly. As silent as a ghost, you move up behind the nearest one. They all turn and head into one of the motel's empty rooms. You dart in before the last one can pull the door shut and slice his throat open. You're so quick that by the time the other two realize what's going on, you've already buried your knife in the second one's chest. The third one however, is faster than he looks and lunges at you. He knocks you to the ground and lands on top of you. Your knife remains buried in the dying man's chest.

The man pummels you with his fists. You try to fight him off, but his fists are like pieces of iron as they hit you. Then he wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes. Your vision begins to blur and fade. Your body feels heavy as you fight for consciousness.