They wrap the corpses tightly in shredded up books and manuscripts; the Church of Unitology had no respect for knowledge aside from the information created for the purpose of indoctrination.

They created creatures of fairytales, mermaids with their legs wrapped together tightly, some while they were still awake, some desperately trying to break free as they crawled across the floor while others rolled around and giggled in glee.

"Altman be praised" the pastor raises his knife before piercing his own heart and collapsing to the ground. The stained glass behind him shatters, rainbow fractals spiraling around the distorted figures of slashers and leapers as they run out towards the pews, some scream and run away while others fall to their knees kissing the ground.

"Altman be praised" they scream joyously as they are slashed from flesh to bone, collapsing into heaps of fresh meat on the red carpets which cover the cool metal underneath the floors.

A woman lies on the altar in a glass case sleeping, her hair sprawled around her head, a rose is held between her finger tips, placed so perfectly that the thorns scattered upon it don't pierce the skin on her fingers tips.

Blood splatters and splays and yet it does not hit her from the location of her glass case and no necromorphs have an interest in her.

"Altman I beg you" A woman collapses in front of the woman resting in the case "Take this offering in place of the body of my own, let me live freely with your created!" Before a slasher or puker can get to her an infection form arises from behind the glass coffin, it's wings spread out and it is such a fright in the dim light. It pierces her skull turning her into a dark slasher while she screams.

"Praise Altman" she says as her jaw cracks in to a split mess.

"Praise Altman!" A man runs behind her slaughtering children as he laughs to himself manically.

"Praise Altman!" A little girl laughs as she grabs the knife from the pastor's hand slashing the air around her as she sings to herself "Make us whole, oh dear Altman make us whole!"

"Here Altman I praise thee!" A man collapses in front of the altar chugging a cup of liquid carbon from the mines before seizing as liquid foams around his lips.

"Mmmm what time is it?" The woman in the glass cage yawns stretching her arms once it's opened "Oooo it's rather dark in here" she stands up walking on-top of bodies which litter the floor, they creek underneath her, bones and cartilage cracking below her with every step. The necromorphs avoid her occupied with their other tasks, specifically the fanatics who litter the church scattering themselves among the pews screaming.

She yawns again, blinking her eyes a few times before the room in front of her begins to appear, bodies are splayed along the ground, miniature markers liter the ground with portraits of iconography and pamphlets of old men marrying children. She wants to vomit at the image of the little girl in the bridal gown but holds the disgust back as she clicks the bottom of her glass tomb, a suit covering her figure before she grabs a sword from where she had once laid, she swoops through the necromorphs with a quick sweep before sealing the doors, shipping her finger in a pool of blood and tracing a sigil on the door, she activates it with the press of her palm and a few words of Enochian, opening a portal to Mars where a marker sits. The necromorphs turn around, looking at the portal before she hops through it destroying the marker with one swift blow, she hops back through the portal before it closes and the necromorphs burst into puddles of corrupted biomass and corpse fluid.