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Reinforce those inner doors now! Pile everything up!"

The survivors move quickly to stack everything possible against the inner doors, sliding pews, shelves, folding tables, wooden beams, and anything else possible to brace the doors.

"Grab a weapon and head to the catwalk. Get in position to fire down. Now!" you yell.

Every living soul inside the Cathedral responds to your command. Weapons are loaded and survivors run up the ladders, lining along the catwalk, soldiers preparing for the final battle of some epic war. And though history may not record these moments in books, every detail will be memorialized by the people whose lives will forever be changed by this event.

You run to the main window, shotgun in hand, and peer down over the side. The zombies march up the hill, slow and steady, faces frozen in diseased torment. You glance around at the raiders along the wall and hear one yell the wail at the advancing undead army, "see you in hell!" And like a battle cry, so the fight begins. All weapons fire at once in a barrage of sound. The first line of zombies fall to the grassy ground, bullets riddling their bodies which are further trampled by the zombies behind them. Like a wave of a vast ocean, the zombies pour over the land, some crashing to the ground, most running forward.