text: Shrugging the thought of not having Kelso around, you collect the armors of the Zealots, turning the flash off and equipping them. They won't save you from everything, but they will certainly make you physical attacks stronger, if only because they're reinforced by cold metal. You wear everything but the helmet, since you like having your vision unrestricted. Kelso does similarly, putting on the armor, leggings, and boots. You also decide to take one of the undamaged rifles; good weapons, and more effective on humans than on Creations, ironically.
  
  After the slight diversion, you bring your attention to the rousing Zealot. Kelso points him out to you to deal with. With a cruel smile, you walk over to him, bringing your gauntleted hand to his armored helmet, and begin to squeeze.
  
  That wakes him up.
  
  He cries in agony, as his helmet soon becomes a 'custom-fit' of sorts. With your one hand, you pick him up by his face, and just hold him in mid-air. "Kelso, are we just interrogating him here or somewhere else?"
  
  "Here's fine."
  
  You shrug, and drop the Zealot on the floor. He groans in pain, bringing hands to his face to try to take off his helmet; he couldn't do it. "Tell you what, if I take off your new skullcap if you tell me where the other Creations are."
  
  He looks up pitifully, nodding. Carefully... You peel off the horned helmet from his visage.
  
  "You killed Sebastian, didn't you!" Is the first thing that erupts from his lips. That, and some spit. You back hand him, bloodying his face further and causing him to fall back onto the sand.
  
  "Location, now. Or you end up having a worse fate than Sebastian."
  
  The dark haired Zealots looks at you with menacing eyes, "I don't consort with demons. I will die with honor."
  
  "That's not what you were saying when your face was in a can." You laugh, and Kelso gets on one knee, beckoning closer to him.
  
  "You can become one of us, if you like. Be one of the damned, and survive the hell that is God's world. Just lead us to where the so-called 'Wolves' are."
  
  "I won't sell out that easy, demon. Sebastian was a brother before you bastards killed him!" The agitated cripple would be somewhat intimidating if he wasn't in such a pathetic situation.
  
  "Then it's time you became family." Kelso looks at you. "Try ghouling him."
  
  Your eyes widen, "What do you mean, 'ghoul'?"
  
  "Drink from him until he has only the minimum amount of blood he needs. He'll become one of us. Well, half. He'll also follow our commands in that state. For the first couple of days. An eternal slave." Your mentor grins. The Zealot, however, is horrified.
  
  "No, don't! Don't drink from me, I'll get you to the Wolves, I promise! I'll even tell you when the Church is to attack their base. Everything, just don't turn me into one of you! Stop!"
  
  Oh, so very tempting. But kind of... Evil, is it? Is there even a line anymore, after what I've done? Kindness will only hurt you at this point, and a side-kick if Kelso ever leaves is tempting...
  > let him guide you willfully.
  "I'll have mercy on you now, Zealot. But don't even dare try to cross me." You state, giving him the evil eye. He noticeably gulps, then nods. Kelso rubs at his chin, probably thinking about the other Creations. Your mentor likely knows the head of the Wolves, but if you'd guess that there is some sort of bad-blood between them. God knows what.
  
  "So, what's your name?" You ask, trying to make communication easier.
  
  "David, sir." David starts, getting onto his own two feet. "David Crowe... Son of the Lord."
  
  You sigh, "Cut the bullshit, 'Dave'. Tell us all you know about the Wolves."
  
  The Zealot tenses, as if worried about something. "I... The Wolves are on the other side of the Dunes, from where we are, we need to just go straight past the City, go several miles down East, and then search for a burrow, of sorts."
  
  Kelso raises an eyebrow, "What is the Church planning to do? If they know such an  exact location, they must be planning on doing something."
  
  David nods, "Yeah, the Church is planning on raiding the burrow, taking them by s confused.urprise and purifying them."
  
  "Purification?" You ask, confused.
  
  He rolls his swollen eye, "Death by burning. It is said that you abominations will be going to hell, but by burning your soul is destroyed, so you won't suffer. Unlike you two bastards, the Church keeps the World To Come in mind!" Kelso pushes him forward.
  
  "Lead then."
  
  He takes a deep breath, and leads you through the desert, passing the City that never stops flashing, and moving from there right. As you make the treacherously long walk, you notice the sun begin to rise. "Kelso! Do you still have the lotion?"
  
  He nods, looking like he's glad you remembered. David chuckles nervously while you lather the lotion on your face, the only uncovered part of your body. Even while the sun reflects it's light off of your creamy-white head, you feel your skin itch. The lotion is definitely something to get used to. MAybe you could get a hat later so this wouldn't be as much of a problem.
  
  You, Kelso, and David find the spot. At least, the spot David brought you to.
  
  "So, where's the pit?" You call out, beginning to search around the area for it with Kelso.
  
  David stays behind, "It should be there, somewhere."
  > continue searching for it.
  Odd. "Alrighty then..." You mutter,  searching the ground for any sort of opening. Several moments later you hear a boom as sand is pit at the back of your head, as well as the vague sound of someone screaming... Kelso?
  
  Son of a bitch...
  
  "IT'S A TRAP!" You manage to yell out before something horribly metal clamps on to your leg. "You're going to die for this, David!" You call out, though he's already limping away.
  
  Shit, he probably still has a transceiver... As you leg heals enough to get unstuck from the clamp, you begin to sprint through the field of traps, mines exploding as you trigger them. Several burn your feet, but others give you just enough momentum...
  
  You leap, easily catching up to the lying coward, and ruthlessly digging into the back of his skull with the momentum of the jump and the sharp ends of your gauntleted fingers, killing him almost instantly when you feel the mushy part inside (the brain?). Thirsty, again, you drink from the blood pouring from his head, barely realizing one of your feet were blown off in the explosion! Once you realize it, you begin to cough out all the blood you slurped in shock, unsure what to do. You see Kelso muttering in the distance, running away with more success than you are.
  
  It doesn't take too long before the Zealots arrive, catching you red-handed, and finishing you off with several bursts of lightning.
  
  You have died by the hands of the Church.