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[graveyardboots]

The bombs fall and they hide in a church. Pope declares them chosen and it fits with what Mancea hears; the voice he hears now in the place of the scream of bombs falling.

Then the bombs keep falling and they get separated. He takes Gabe and a corpsman and he runs for the woods. It's instinctive. The corpsman is injured, though, and Mancea finds them a cabin to rest in. But the prognosis isn't good.

"What will we do?" he asks Gabe quietly one night. "I don't think I can save her. God says she is meant for paradise."

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[graveyardboots]

Their options are so limited. And God isn't saying anything right now, it's just the two of them, no golden warm feeling to let him know God is with them.

"We still have the dogs. That will help." They sleep easier when the dogs cuddle them to sleep. "I can see the hospital," he says, looking at the top of the building over the treeline. He can't hear the dead moaning, not yet.

[minuteofangle]

Showtime. Gabe centers himself, breathing out slow. He can’t hear much of anything beyond their footfalls. “Describe it.”

[graveyardboots]

He proceeds forward carefully. "It's four stories," he says. "I think the pharmacy will be on the ground floor."

And it's probably been looted but maybe not everything is gone.

[minuteofangle]

Four stories. Okay. Gabe nods slowly, thinking back to all the hospitals he's ever been in.

"Should be big doors," he says. "Decent sight lines. It on fire?"

A lot of places still are, though he can't smell any smoke.

[graveyardboots]

"No," he says, and counts it a miracle. "But one wing has taken a direct hit."

There's rubble everywhere but it looks stable enough.

"Two rotters," he murmurs, pausing to watch them.