Get me to the church on time!

You pound the accelerator again and speed down the street. A brief glance in your rearview mirror confirms your fears. Jessica has already recovered! You breathe a sigh of relief when she doesn't follow your car, obviously in pursuit of easier prey.

You drive like a madman through the city streets, thankful for the light traffic. Nevertheless, you swerve wildly to avoid several collisions. Screeching brakes and honking horns can be heard behind you, but you have no intention of stopping.

You fly down a ramp onto the interstate. Your can bottoms out and you deposit your rear bumper on the roadway. Still, you're glad to reach an open road where you can relax a bit. Glancing at your speedometer, it's pegged at 110, but you don't pull off the gas pedal.

You glance at your companion, sobbing in the seat next to you.

"You okay?" you ask, not really knowing what to say.

She looks at you through puffy, bloodshot eyes. "I guess so. Where are you going?"

You take a moment to consider your options, then say, "This thing's supernatural, right?"

She nods in agreement.

"Well, I figure the hospitals can't help us, they said on TV that they don't have a clue. I don't trust the police. So, I'm going to church."

"I was never that religious," your passenger replies.

"Me neither," you concede, "but I think it's our only hope."

You pause a minute and introduce yourself.

"Amanda," she replies, "Amanda Jennings."

"And that was your father?"

She begins to cry again. "Uh-huh, he came home from work ... and ... he was acting really ... strange. I was taking him to the hospital, but on the way, he just took out his ... you know and started to ...." She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. "Anyway, after he ... you know ... came. That's when he changed." Amanda starts to cry again.

You next question is one on self-preservation, "So did he ...'touch' you?"

"Oh-GOD no!" she cries.

Thankfully, you have to abandon the conversation as the exit approaches. You fly up the off-ramp, across the street and into the parking lot of St. Francis' Roman Catholic Church. There are a handful of cars parked haphazardly in the lot with little attention to the spaces. Clearly some others have entered in haste. You hope to find some allies within.

Taking note of your surroundings, you spy a group of three demons on the corner about 50 feet away. They are surrounding a couple that must have been trying to get to the church. The humans are holding the hell spawn off, just barely.

You weigh your options, the church door, and safety, is about 30 feet in the other direction. The demons will notice you soon. Do you help the couple or flee into the church.

Reaching under the seat, you grab a tire iron and a large 'maglight'. Handing the flashlight to Amanda, you come to a decision.