Just when Dre thought things were under control... All order had dissipated. Charlie had sprinted off into the dozens of fanatics that pounded on the doors of the church. Why? What was her problem? Why did she want to get herself killed?
A quick glance to the back of the car told him that the other guys were more concerned with becoming walking, talking armories than finding his friend. Not to mention, one of his three friends.
Dre ran to the trunk of the car and stopped for a second. Out of the hundreds of deadly weapons in this man's trunk (which now that he thought about it, was fifty shades of sketchy), his eye was drawn to one item - and one item only.
A climbing pick.
He snatched it out of the trunk. "Hurry the hell up, you two!" Dre exclaimed, shortly before sprinting off into the crowd.
As far as ideal scenarios went, looking for a girl that he had barely exchanged five words with amidst a large amount of angry, desperate folk ranked fairly low. Nevertheless, it had to be done. After a few seconds of getting punched and shoved by the fanatics, he caught a glimpse of the back of Charlie's head.
"Charlie! Over here!" He yelled, waving his hands frantically, one of which held the climbing tool.
She briefly turned to the left, and then looked behind her at Dre. "What is it?"
Dre finally reached her and leaned on her shoulder, still breathing heavily from the push through the crowd. "We... We need to stick together." He coughed into his elbow. "Even if it's just the two of us. What's the hurry? Why are we even here in the first place, instead of trying to find a safe place to hide out until the military fixes all this?"
Charlie shook her head. "Don't you get it? It's like Jim said: Hallowed Ground. Where else do you think the problem would be?" She wiped the sweat off her forehead. "What's happening here is obviously supernatural, and we need to find the issue and stop it. Before it gets much, much worse."
Dre almost laughed. Worse? How could it get worse? Dead people were rising out of the f&%#ing ground, Dre didn't know who he was... And here Charlie was, telling him that it could get worse.
"Well I can't argue with that." Jim said, having just came up behind them, Terst at his shoulder. Both looked like men on a mission. A very frightening, Resident Evil-type mission that required a lot of weapons shoved wherever they could fit in their clothing.
"Yeah." Terst said, holding a menacing-looking compound bow. "What's the plan?"