The priest’s voice was hoarse but unrelenting. “This scourge of the dead is the Almighty God’s punishment for mankind’s unrepentant wickedness. It is only through our faith that we shall be delivered. Come, all those who love and fear God, let us pray for salvation.”
Reggie’s mother’s eyes were squeezed tight as she whispered the lords prayer to herself, over and over. She hadn’t let go of his hand in hours. Reggie mouthed the words, but his attention was on the boarded-over doors as they creaked and bulged from the weight of the hungry dead pushing on it from outside.