text: You take a step back, standing by Gideon's side. "I'm sorry too, Ragnor. But I simply don't think think this is the way to go."
  
  Ragnor stares back at you intently, before shrugging, "Alright then, Vamp. I'm not going to force either of you. But what about your ghoul?"
  
  "David?" You look around, searching for him. He is currently standing stiff by Ragnor's side, parallel to you. You're surprised you didn't take note of this already.
  
  "Yeah. I've talked to him, and he seems to sympathize with our cause. But, since I still more than an iota of respect for you," Ragnor pauses, giving you time to understand, "I'd rather not cause strife from after death between us. So, may I ask for you to allow him to come with us?"
  
  With a deep breath, you firmly reply back, "If he really wants to go, then he can follow you to oblivion."
  
  "That is all I want from you, Vamp. See you in whatever hell we end up in, eh?" He smiles and takes a hand out to shake.
  
  You wave him goodbye, but don't shake, "See you on the flip side, man. Good luck."
  
  Ragnor suddenly stands with a more serious attitude, and turns to leave, the Wolf Encampment. Within minutes, Gideon and you are alone. Silence dominates the room for a long while before you speak up.
  
  "Gideon, the Zealots are on their way right now. What are we going to do?"
  
  The hunchback takes his time finding a nice seat to reply from on, "Convince them."
  
  "Convince them of what?" You ask, baffled.
  
  "Convince them that we're the least of their worries."
  
  "You mean sabotage the assault?"
  
  "Of course. You have a better idea?"
  
  "... I can't say, yet. But I can tell you one thing, none of my plans would ever include the possibility of leading the Zealots to kill our brothers!" You bring your palm to your brow, "Seriously, Gideon, what kind of idea is that?"
  
  "One that preserves the sanctity of life that doesn't leech off of others'."
  
  "And you don't think they'll turn right around to kill us?"
  
  "Hey, if you can convince them we aren't actually Demons from outer space, then we should try that out first, but for now I'm satisfied with dying with the knowledge that I helped save the human race."
  > try to find a way to convince the Zealots you and Gideon aren't evil.
  Regardless of the fights you've had with Zealots in the past month, despite the fact that you have brutally slaughtered dozens of Zealots before tonight, you realize that it is extremely important that now you finally attempt at settling the differences between you and the Church.
  
  "We're going to survive this, Gideon. We can do it."
  
  He lazily looks at you, and the yawns, beginning to recline on the broken bench. "So, you've hatched a plan?"
  
  "Yeah," you reply, remembering that David probably left his Walkie-Talkie somewhere... You begin to dive through various clothes and various knickknacks that the Wolves have stored. "Aha!"
  
  "Wuh?"
  
  "A Walkie-Talkie. If we can try to reason with the Zealots, don't you think we can maybe convince them to not kill us?"
  
  He gets up, "You never told me you had one of those!"
  
  You nervously scratched at your head, "I... Kinda forgot about it as well. But it's great use for now, Gideon."
  
  He waves you off, "Doesn't matter, you'll never reason with them."
  
  "It's worth a shot," you say, crossing your arms defiantly. You unfold your arms and turn on the radio-- then remember that this would be Zealot HQ. Now you just need to fake being a Zealot again and get the station of the incoming horde...
  
  Click
  
  You push the button in, too anxious to wait for the crackling static, "Quick, Ma'am, what's the Zealot's Combat Channel?"
  
  It's the cool female voice, again, "Channel 40, why? Who is this?"
  
  But you're already flipping the channels. Now, from 13 to 40...
  
  Gideon sits up groggily, and watches you in silence. "Incoming Zealots!"
  
  You release the button, and wait. A heavy, though articulate-sounding voice replies from the other end, "This is Chief. Who is this?"
  
  "Friends. Or, at least, those who want to be. We are the last Creations around, and we want to talk to you."
  
  "What do you wish to speak about, Demons?"
  
  "Mostly about your usage of that term. We want peace, nothing else."
  
  "Huh?"
  
  "We- we know you're coming for us and our hideout. But we don't want to fight."
  
  You wait several moments for him to answer. "Give me your name first."
  
  "Err, Vamp."
  
  Gideon chuckles in the background.
  
  The man named 'Chief' gives a heavy sigh, "Right. And how do you want your meeting to be set up?"
  
  "Any sort of meeting that doesn't include me being shot or speared by your guns sounds good."
  
  "Funny. If you actually wish to do this then I'd wait outside for us to come."
  
  "I... Think you misunderstand." You reply, rather certain about Chief's false attempt to mislead you, "Trying to kill us will not work out well for you. There are other Creations, actual evil ones that are heading for your city right now. If you don't stop them then you're city will be lost."
  
  Static for a while. "Why do you not tell me this sooner?"
  
  "... Do you even believe me?"
  
  "Perhaps," he says, "We may send scout teams to check. But for now I'm interested in what you want to speak about. Are you a man of your word?"
  
  "I try."
  
  "Hmm..." Chief pauses, his low-voice ending awkwardly, "Give us ten minutes."
  
  While you wait for him, Gideon just laughs, "I swear, vamp, if you pull this off then I swear..." He gets up with a wry smile.
  
  "Let's just hope their scouts get good information." You reply, ironically trying to be as optimistic as possible. The chances are slim, but you think this could work out with your unlife intact.
  
  Time passes, and while you didn't count how much you still worry that they may have ditched messaging and are just continuing their march to this area.
  
  "Vamp, are you still there?"
  
  You get out of your day-dream and push the button back to reply, "Yes."
  
  "It... Seems you're right that at there are a band of unknown beings several miles behind us. But this doesn't mean as much as you would hope."
  
  "Oh?"
  
  "How many of you are there in all? What if there are actually much more Creations at your base?"
  
  A reasonable suspicion,  "Then that's problematic for you. But I'd wager that your guys won't be able to take on the ten-or-so of the Creations on the way. So I think getting them first should be more important."
  
  "Ah, but that is a good diversion for ten others to bypass us, eh?"
  
  Ugh. You bring a palm to your brow, uncertain how to answer the perhaps rightfully paranoid commander.
  
  He continues, "Still, you bring a solid point. I think you underestimate our capabilities, however. We will deal with both problems, but for now, how do you wish to meet?"
  
  "I assume you know how to enter the well, correct?"
  
  "Yes, we have figured out your trick."
  
  "... Right, well, send yourself and several of your best man down there and we'll talk. There are only two Creations here, but I assure you we can defend ourselves from whatever harm you might wish to inflict on us."
  
  "We'll be there."
  
  And... Off.
  
  Gideon looks to you, "What now, Vampire?"