The Knock-off Breakfast Club Get Fucked By the Hordes of Hell, starring you.

Derek glances at Jake as he steps through the barricade. "I can take over the watch for you, if you'd like."

Jake nods eagerly, and offers Derek the cross. "You want this? It makes the things... well nervous, if you wave it at them strongly and say something about God."

"Think I'll be fine without it," says Derek.

A slender young woman with delicate features and a messy mop of mousy brown hair quickly wraps herself around Jake's arm, and smiles at Derek. "We had some holy water, and they really didn't seem to like that but it's gone now," she says cheerily.

Derek quirks an eyebrow at her familiarly. "Where'd you get that, Kristen?"

She gestures to a conservatively dressed young woman, her light brown hair done up in a bun, sitting on a bed surrounded by crosses, apparently deep in prayer. The rest of the group's lack of real faith is obvious, but this girl--it radiates off of her, enough that you suspect she could hold you at bay by will alone. "Kate had some at the Christian bookstore." Kristen smiles at Derek. "We were going to stay there, but... well, it kinda got firebombed."

"Things have been fucking insane here," says a dark-haired skater-boy.

"Kyle!" says Megan, embarrassed.

"Just telling it like it is," says Kyle. "This guy and his sister came in chased by these things they said used to be their father and his girlfriend..."

"It was a guy and his girlfriend," says another boy, slighter than Kyle and Jake, with the look of someone who does plentiful non-sports afterschool activities. "And they were being chased by the guy's father and sister."

"Yeah, whatever Warren," snaps Kyle. "The important thing is things went nuts and all these sex maniac... things started popping up. Some people tried to fight them, and... well, that tended to make things worse."

"I swear," mutters a sophisticated looking young blonde with a pixie cut and a bad case of resting-bitch face who's sitting a corner looking at her phone, "this is all going to turn out to be a bunch of druggies freaking out on some tainted Viagra. Or something."

Mick perks up at her voice, and turns to look at her. "Vicki? You're here?"

Vicki glances up and sees him, mortified. "Oh, fuck, Mick." She rolls her eyes. "I'm gonna die."

Kyle seems surprised at this. "You two know each other?"

Mick chuckles at that, while Vicki shoots him a gaze that looks like it could almost melt concrete. "Yeah, he's my loser older brother, who's been kicked out of the house. For being a loser. How's dropping out of college going for you, loser?"

"Pretty well," says Mick, flashing a grin. "Really can't wait to catch up with my cute little sister." Vicki snarls at that, and goes back to looking at her phone, pointedly ignoring Mick as he starts to hover over her.

You think he's chosen his next fuck. As has Maya, who has taken up Jake's other arm, something that Kristen seems visibly uneasy about. And Robert, well, he told you he was going to screw coming in. His arm has casually encircled Megan, who seems filled with increasing unease about her father's growing familiarity, which Amanda is watching with barely-hidden sadistic glee. "You guys seem to have done well for yourselves in all this..." she notes.

Megan wiggles somewhat in her father's grip. "Yeah, though honestly, I think Kate deserves most of the credit."

"That Kate Mars?" asks Robert, tightening his arm around Megan. "Joshua Mars's daughter?"

The girl pauses from her prayer to glance up at Robert. "Are you one of Father's flock?"

"No, no," says Robert charmingly. "Never been part of the evangelical scene. Just a somewhat lapsed Episcopalian. Actually, probably a very lapsed one." He chuckles and draws Megan in closer to him. Kate's mouth shifts into a prissy frown at that--she stares for awhile, then goes back to her prayer.

You watch her, intrigued. The Reverend Joshua Mars is someone you've heard of, leader of one of the local megachurches, the House of All Believers, and a figure of some local notoriety. You've regularly encountered his name in the papers, protesting whatever had gotten his self-righteous dander up at the moment, be it a school teaching evolution or a clinic handing out condoms. The idea of corrupting the man's virtuous, religious daughter... it's just too delicious.

You lean over to Jess. "Spread the word that I'm calling dibs on the bible-thumper babe," you whisper.

Jess glances over at Kate and chuckles. "Mmmm... good taste, lover. Still... that one might take a lot of work."

"Hey, you're talking to a guy who found out how many licks it took to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop," you reply. "I can be patient, when it's worth my while." You glance at Kate, and feel that glorious purity waiting to be defiled.

"She's definitely going to have one hell of a chewy center," cackles Jess, before heading off to tell the others your intentions. As you glance over the little room, nodding at Derek standing at the exit, you feel acutely how doomed these plucky teens are. They've had just enough luck and knowhow to keep them safe when things started to go off, but not enough to hold out against your pack's threat. Time has eaten away at their nerves, while making them fail to keep the things they need to stay safe around them. Save for Kate, and her faith is more a lonely citadel meant for her alone rather than the burning brand that could drive you off in defeat. And so they sit here, in this little place they've made that has only one way in and out, a way they've ceded control of to you, and they imagine they're safe. Instead of sitting in the middle of a load of tinder, waiting to be burned when a spark hits.

That's when the spark hits.

"Daddy!" yells Megan. "You... stop touching me like that!" You see that Robert's grip around Megan has become outright fondling, one arm molesting her breasts, while the other is moving familiarly up her leg.

"Can't a father show affection to his daughter?" snarls Robert, his expression a perverse leer.

Amanda swiftly moves in close to her sister and father. "Yeah, don't be a stuck-up little bitch, Meg!" she says before licking Megan's left cheek, as Robert begins to lick the right.

And then all hell breaks loose.