Lena holds onto the bible and nods at Jianna, in pain. Roland shivers, clutching his rifle.
The night becomes deeper outside, and the church is illuminated by some candles. It could have sat about 40 people, but now the town belongs to the damned. The figure of the Christ looms over you, and he seems to be asking "Why have you forsaken me?" Outside, the walking dead have quietened down, and peeking out periodically, Priest and Jianna find them walking around randomly, as though they were still truly alive and going about their usual duties.
Close to midnight, Lena mutters in pain. "It's beginning... ow..." She is sweating profusely. Ronald turns to the two of you. "What do I do? What do I do?"