<strong>June 1 (Day 10), 8:34 p.m. - Jackals and Shots (hunting supply store), Mall, Downtown.</strong><br/>Carl wasn't pleased. It had been a very rough week on him that thoroughly tested his faith and today things had definitely taken a turn for the worse. Not only had he lost almost all of his flock, no, even worse was that he also lost the house of the Lord himself.<br/><br/>It was only an hour ago that his church had been blown up in a tragic accident and was overrun with zombies. Since then he hadn't quite been himself and he swore vengeance on the demons that trashed his church at this very moment. Surely the others would understand the priority that liberating his church had?<br/><br/>Even worse, however, was that he even led a<em>woman</em>take charge of the situation. The man was the head of the family and<em>he</em>should be the one leading this group of survivors. After all, the Bible said so!<br/><br/>Then again, he was clueless what they should do next and these women did have some good ideas of how to stay alive. He wasn't sure yet what to think of the two women that had joined them only minutes ago. It seemed that they had doubled their numbers in a matter of minutes.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was a sign of God though. Perhaps the good Lord was sending him new people to convert and join his growing flock. Yes, that had to be it.<br/><br/>The demons that were sent from hell itself by the Devil were hard to reason with and they listened much better to the sound of bullet penetrating their skull, than the voice of reason. Carl was glad that new people were joining them. Like last week, it offered him an opportunity to lead the group and let everybody do the work for him, while he would give orders and make sure that everything would run smooth.<br/><br/>He'd make sure that they took care of his needs, after all, he was a man of God and he deserved their respect. They should be happy that he was here to lead them, even if he didn't have his church anymore where they could pray to God.<br/><br/>Still, not all was lost. As long as Carl stayed alive he could preach to these people and convince them to confess their sins to him, so they could repent themselves and turn back to the holy ways. He would lead them out of this hellhole and prove God that he was worthy to praise Him in heaven.<br/><br/>The last several days his preaching was needed more than ever before. His only regret was that Carl wasn't more prepared, as he should have been. New Angeles was slowly turning into a new Sodom and Gomorrah. The signs had been everywhere, people were sinning on every corner of the street. Men kissing men, husbands visiting prostitutes, children smoking pot and having uninhibited sex, casinos and strip clubs were becoming more and more present and the worst of all; that no-good son of a bitch Governor had actually legislated gay marriage, which had to be one of the worst sins of them all!<br/><br/>It was as if people did not fear God anymore and did not care if they went to hell. And to hell they all would surely go if they kept up this behavior. If it wasn't for Carl-... His trail of thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he spotted a man and two teenagers at the end of the hall. at the pharmacy across of them.<br/><br/>With an insistent, “Psst” he drew the attention of the people, “Over here,” Carl indicated, waving a man and two teenagers over.<br/><br/>When the three people joined them and Carl got a good look at them, he concluded that they must have been through a hell as well.<br/><br/>“Were any of you bitten?” Carl asked, giving the newcomers a stern look, like only an old, authoritative priest could.