Ed, the priest, and the bald man led us out of the bank and down into the sub-basement levels of the church next door. Apparently the basement had been set up to be used as an emergency shelter. Inside the basement there were military style cots lined up in rows. People’s possessions surrounded the cots. The possessions included things like, books, magazines and a few newspapers from right before everything went to hell. There was even some jewelry lying around the place and family photographs.

Perhaps the saddest things of all were the children’s toys, lying scattered on the concrete floor.

The priest apologized for all the fuss, and told us it would all be over in a little while. The bald man gave us a fresh bottle of water and told us to keep hydrated.

“So,” Maria said. “What do you want to know?”

“We don’t have anything to hide,” I added quickly.

Maria gave me a look that said, ‘be cool’.

I took a deep breath. I had to remember that apart from Maria and her immunity, and how important she was, and how valuable she could be to anyone who had the inclination to kidnap her and use her as a bargaining chip, we didn’t actually have anything to hide.

We were just survivors. Plain and simple.

“We are taught that all life is sacred,” the priest said, ignoring us. “We are taught that life is a beautiful thing. But sometimes in order for life to continue, we must make choices.”

I think I understood what he meant. We had been making life and death choices every day for the past month.

It never got any easier.

“We understand,” I said. “That’s basically how things got out of hand back at the farmhouse. We made the choice to raid a town for supplies. The town was overrun with infected. We knew this going in. But that was the risk we took. Unfortunately it backfired on us. Nearly cost us our lives.”

“And I don’t think we’ve thanked you enough,” Maria added. “I mean, everything happened so quickly. And then we were locked up. And we understand you had your reasons and all, but it hasn’t given us a lot of time to show how grateful we are. We’d be more than happy to help out around here for a few days.”

The priest was silent. I got the feeling that he wasn’t listening to us at all.

The bald man stood behind the priest, watching us. Ed on the other hand was looking at the ground. Now that I look back on this messed up situation, I realize that Ed never raised his head and he never once made eye contact with us.

“I feel as though I need to explain what you saw today,” the priest said. “The feeding. The sacrifice. And make no mistake, it was a sacrifice. Those women, they gave us everything.”

Ed continued to stare at the ground. I thought I saw a tear roll down his cheek. But it was dark, so I couldn’t be sure.

“In any normal circumstance,” the priest continued. “The dead are honored; provided they have led good lives and are decent human beings. They are buried or cremated and sent off to the next world with unconditional love. I need you to understand that we do not have the luxury of burying our dead. We must survive. We must sacrifice what we love the most. Do you understand what a sacrifice is?”

He didn’t wait for us to answer.

“A sacrifice; it’s giving up something you love, something beautiful. All life is sacred. Those women today, they were no different. They were sacred, beautiful. They were loved unconditionally. Their deaths cannot, and will not be in vain. Feeding the demons. Sacrificing our people. We did not come to this decision lightly. You must understand; it is the only way to survive.”

The priest then left without saying another word. Ed followed. The bald man told us they were going to interview the guys first, but they would be back very soon. He told us to drink up. He then locked the one and only door to the basement.

Various colored glow sticks were scattered around the room, giving a faint light.

“Wow. He’s mad,” I said. “He’s completely lost it.”

“Come on, he’s been through a lot,” Maria said. “I mean, we all have. But he’s a priest. He’s probably questioning his faith. He probably thinks this is the end of days or something.”

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know. It’s just this whole situation, this town. These people. They’re weird. They’re feeding monsters with dead people for crying out loud. That ain’t normal.”

“Nothing is normal anymore,” Maria reminded me.

Maria handed me the water and I took a big gulp. “Water is just the greatest thing in the world,” I said. “Although it kinda tastes funny.”

“Who cares? I’m just glad we’ve got water. Another day on our own and we all would’ve died of thirst. I’ve heard of people who go hiking out in the bush. They get lost, run out of water. Dehydration sets in, and their brain stops working. They get disorientated and confused. They can’t think, they can’t talk. This one guy, a school kid who was out on a field trip in the Blue Mountains. He got separated. Lost. In the middle of nowhere. He had a cell phone on him and actually made it to the top of a hill and got reception. He called the emergency services, but because he was so dehydrated, he couldn’t talk properly, he didn’t know where he was. He didn’t even know his own name. It was terrifying. That could’ve been us.”

It was us, I thought. We were all starting to make bad choices. Even Kenji. Even Daniel. There’s no doubt about it, we got lucky. If these people hadn’t shown up, we would’ve died of thirst, or have been eaten by the infected horde.

“OK, so it’s not all bad,” I said. “Sure, they’ve given us water. And being inside sure as hell beats being out in the desert. But I’ve still got a bad feeling about this whole set up. The way they hung up those women. Feeding them to that monster. That ain’t right. I don’t care what the alternative is. It’s just… it’s messed up.”

“Yeah, it’s messed up. Everything is messed up.”

“And why is the priest interviewing us?”

“Like he said, he’s trying to figure out if we’re lying or whatever,” Maria offered.

“Nah, I think he’s trying to figure out if we’d be useful. He’s trying to figure out if he can use us in any way.”

“Use us?”

“Yeah. Like, as bodyguards or hunters.”

“I don’t know if I’d be any good as a bodyguard.”

“Me neither. But another thing that is really starting to freak me out. Of the few people I’ve seen here, I’ve only seen men.”

“What are you saying?” Maria asked.

“I’m saying, where the hell are all the women? Where are the girls? Why are there only men in this messed up town?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the women are hiding somewhere else?”

“And look,” I said, pointing to the kid’s toys on the ground, and the pictures obviously drawn by kids. “Where the hell are all the kids?”

“Well, we’ve been locked up,” Maria said as she took another drink of water. “We’ve only seen a handful of people. Maybe the rest are living in a different part of town?”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they’re hiding in the basement of the town hall or something?”

“I think it’s weird. And the priest, he’s a total freakin psycho. I’m convinced he’s lost his mind. And the way he was talking to Daniel and Kenji, like he was trying to get them to join him. He knows they’re soldiers. So he knows they’ve got survival training and all that stuff. That’s why he wants them.”

“What are you saying? You think he’s gonna keep Daniel and Kenji and get rid of us? You think he’s only sacrificing or feeding women and children to that monster thing because they’re not as strong as men?”

I didn’t answer Maria because what she said sounded ridiculous and downright terrifying.

Feeding women and children to a monster?

No way.

But we just saw it with our own eyes, I thought. Two women. One was alive for crying out loud.

Alive and screaming.

But it was just a coincidence, right? The dreadlocked woman was already dead. And the other woman was infected as well, or mortally wounded or something.

It was just a coincidence, right?

“What do you think he’s going to interview us about?” I asked, so I didn’t have to think about the possibility that the priest was sacrificing women and children to mutated monsters. “What is he going to ask the guys?”

“Not sure. Maybe he’ll ask us where we’re from. Or maybe he’ll ask us where we’re going.”

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To Daniel’s camp.”

“Yeah, but we can’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s supposed to be a secret. You keep underestimating how important you are, Maria. And I don’t trust these people one bit. I mean, imagine if they knew you were immune to the Oz virus. Who knows how they would react?”

Maria took a sip of water. “I think you’re overreacting. And besides, I’m sure the guys will think of something.”

“Something? Like what?”

“I don’t know. It’s not that hard to make up a story,” she paused, thinking of a plausible explanation for why we were walking around in the desert. “We’re survivors, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s our cover story. We’re survivors trying to get away from the infected. Everybody who has made it this far has got to know that the cities are completely overrun. Boom, that’s our cover story.”

“But we haven’t had time to discuss it with the guys.”

Maria handed the water to me and told me to chill out. I took a big drink and was just about to remind her that we didn’t have the luxury of chilling out, that she was again underestimating the severity of our situation, and the fact that she was incredibly important, but I stopped myself.

I had opened my mouth to speak but something had caught my attention. I thought I could hear voices.

“What is it?” Maria asked.

“I think I can hear voices,” I said.

Voices that were coming from the air vent.

At first I thought I was imagining them. But Maria had heard them as well.

“Who is that?” she asked.

“Shh.”

I looked up at the air vent. The voices must’ve been coming from a different room, somewhere in this building.

I listened closely, straining my ears. I couldn’t quite make out who was talking.

“It’s the priest,” Maria said. “And the big guy.”

“Ben?”

“Yeah.”

“I believe in forgiveness,” the priest said. “I believe in redemption. As long as you are truly repentant.”

“That’s great and all,” Ben answered. “But what do you want?”

“I want to offer you a job.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize you guys were hiring,” he said. “What’s the pay?”

“Your life,” the priest answered. “Your soul.”