Lol PowerDag, zombie worshippers.
"Jenny and I have almost made it to Alaska. We passed by a church. A cross made of human body parts was on display in the yard. Fairly grossed out, yet curious, we decided to take a look.
What we saw inside was straight out of a horror movie. Human guts, skin, and body parts were strewn across the floor and hung all over the wall. Candles flickered in small clusters around the altair. We catiously moved towards it, unaware of the two creeps about to knock us out.
Two hours later, or so I think- not really sure, I woke up tied to a cross which was nailed to a wall. I looked around the blood-soaked room, lit by dim candles. Jenny was next to me, and I saw Leslie on the far wall, crying her eyes out. Charlie was on the floor, in pieces, his guts thrown over the wall like a sick child had taken red paint and just wacked out. A door opened and a zombie walked in. It was dressed... Like a bishop. A rather bloody bishop, at least. Humans in cloaks were behind him, giving him praise as he walked up to Leslie, raped her, ripped her pieces. He was about to do the same to Jenny when an explosion went off on the above floor. Military personel killed everyone in the room but me and Jenny. They took us with them after ensuring we were not Infected. We are currently en route to Alaska.
-RIP Leslie, Charlie."