<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 he 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 man and two teenagers that joined them only minutes ago. It seemed that they had gone from just him and Caitlin, to half a dozen survivors 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 so many new people joined 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 at the pharmacy across of them.<br/><br/>The young man seemed wounded, but his actions were slow and deliberate, much unlike the demons that had raided his church. The big SWAT letters on his back indicated that he was part of the law enforcement. Just the kind of man that Carl needed to talk to. Surely this brave young officer would help him liberate his church from the demons and help him restore order.<br/><br/>With an insistent, “Psst” he drew the attention of the man on the other side of the hall.<br/><br/>“Over here,” Carl indicated, waving the man over.<br/><br/>When the young man joined them and Carl got a good look at him, he concluded that he was a pretty sore sight for his eyes with his bloodstained, dirty pants, torn shirt, slightly damaged body armor and his face covered in... Well, he couldn't even tell due to the darkness. On top of that he also smelled pretty badly of old sweat, gasoline and some things he couldn't even identify. Carl figured the man had seen quite a bit of action the last several days.<br/><br/>Yes, perhaps this  man was sent by God after all, an avenging angel, here to do the Lord's bidding, sent to save his church.<br/><br/>“Were you bitten?” Carl asked, giving the young man a stern look, like only an old authoritative priest could.<br/><br/>“No Sir, just wounded. I broke my wrist while I was trying to avoid getting blown up,” the young man explained.<br/><br/>Carl considered his words for a moment, yes, he was truly sent by God and now Carl would make sure that the man received the medical attention he required.<br/><br/>“Caitlin, Mister... What's your name, son?”<br/><br/>“Chris, Chris Wade.”<br/><br/>“Mister Wade here broke his wrist. Can you patch him up?”<br/><br/>“Sure Carl. Please hold my flashlight while I inspect your wound, Chris.” Caitlin replied, with a smile on her face, “Say, you were at the pharmacy a minute ago? Were there any supplies left?”<br/><br/>“Yes, several.”<br/><br/>“Good, I suggest we gather supplies from the pharmacy as well then,” Caitlin stated to the group in general, once again taking charge of the situation.<br/><br/>It annoyed Carl to no end that he didn't think of that. It seemed that inspiration for sensible ideas was slow to come-by lately, but no matter. Brilliant leaders didn't need to have brilliant ideas, that's what strategists were for. He would just have to assume command of the group as soon as they got out of this dangerous situation and someplace safer. He was sure they would see the wisdom in letting him lead, after all, he was the oldest of all the survivors and a man, not to mention a priest. Naturally, that made him the wisest of them all, the logic in this was flawless and with a small smile on his lips he returned to his duty; scouting for other survivors to join his ever-growing flock.