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Prologue

"Hey, are you okay, man?"

"I don't think he is, Rog. Look at all of this blood."

"Well, what do ya think we should do?"

"I dunno."

"Well, we can't leave him here. This is a church, after all."

"Yeah, let's get him out of here. There's plenty of places to bury a stiff at in these parts."

"Hey, wait Michael! He's breathing."

"Holy shit! C'mon, let's take him to Rachelle. Grab his legs!"