THE SCENARIO:
The storm rages outside the church's windows, Father Pain starts loading his holy shotgun, shell by shell, the thunder and lightning outside marks the rhythm for his motions, but while his hands are busy handling the weapon, his eyes are fixed on the window, staring deeply into the night. A lightning strike! the light it gives lasts for only a second, just enough to remind him of the undead horde gathering outside his window, they are slow and stupid "gotta be at least a hundred of them shambling demons" thinks Father Pain, in his heart he keeps telling himself he'll be able to hold the church.
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| Fig. 1: Zombie Horde |
As the last shell enters the barrel he falls to his knees and starts what could be his last prayer, he doesn't ask for anything, not even in this time of despair. He finishes his prayer and starts walking up the stairs, he has walked up this stairs every day for the past 30 years, but this time they feel a little bit longer, just enough for him to start regretting his decision, but he doesn't stop. Finally he reaches the bell tower, he used to love the view, as he watches the horde get closer he realizes he doesn't have enough ammunition, he knew that already, but he held some hope, now hope is a lost concept to him. As he readies his shotgun he notices a broken ledge in front of him, he gets close to examine it, he wouldn't want to fall, not tonight, as he looks down a thought crosses his mind "WOULDN'T IT BE AWESOME TO JUMP FROM HERE?!? DAMN THAT'D LOOK COOL" as the most idiotic thoughts of his life cross his mind all notion of logic and reason leaves his brain, he takes a step back, his body is ready, as he starts running, a little frail voice inside his mind says "you know, this is a stupid idea" but he cant hear it, for the loud and strong voice in his heart is screaming "LEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY".
