Hans had no words for the situation - because really, what words would suffice? They were a bastion of light - well, most of them at least, he had his doubts about the convict; perhaps the only survivors for who knew how many miles, if any others lived at all. And the endless legions of Hell were quite literally knocking on their door, with but two guns between their group for a defense. Unlike most of those gathered here, Hans had never been a fan of horror movies, not enough to watch more than one or two zombie flicks on late-night television. He knew nothing of handling a gun, and little of defensive tactics, and was happy to let those more experienced take the lead. Instead, he lowered his head and began to quietly pray in German.<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>"Vater Unser im Himmel,<br/>Geheiligt verde Dein Name,<br/>Dein Reich komme.<br/>Dein Ville geschehe,<br/>Vie im Himmel, so auf Erden..."</em></span>