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shoulders, and looked up to the cop, still pointing his gun at us.
    “Fuck you! What fucking right do you have, shooting her? She had to throw up! That’s all!” My voice rang through the mountains. You shot her, and she wasn’t infected either, you fucking bastard!” The cop did not respond, but stood there, pointing the gun at us.
    “Steven,” Mary said. “I love you, Steven…”
    “Mary, I love you too, please don’t talk. We’ll get you help.” I glared at the cop, while helping Mary into the car as he spoke.
    “Just turn around, and go back to the town. You’re not getting past.” I didn’t say anything more to the cop, as there was nothing more to say. We just drove back down the street, and went to the doctor.
    I hoped that the doctor was keeping himself locked in. Mary was losing a lot of blood, and needed immediate attention. I tried to keep down the sickening thoughts racing through my head; I knew she was going to need more than a small-town doctor for her wound.
    “Hello? Hello, is there anyone in there?” I shouted, banging on the door. No one responded, and the door was locked. After more attempts, it was no use. No one was there, and if there was someone, they were dead. I walked out to my car, and got in next to Mary.
    “We should have left last night,” I whispered to Mary as she took her final breaths. “This is all my fault.” Mary looked at me, tears streaming down her cheeks, and smiled a little. I was confused how she was able to smile even through the pain and the situation.
    “It’s not your fault,” she said. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.” She winced.
    “But it is,” I said. My eyes began to tear up as I looked at Mary’s strawberry blonde hair, some of it matted down from sweat, and blood, and vomit.
    “I love you, and that will never change,” she said. I leaned in and kissed her for a few seconds. I let out a loud sob when her lips stopped moving, when her body fell back against the car door. I slumped over and let out several cries, and felt the tears come down. My eyes burned from it all, and I wanted to die. I wanted to meet my wife in a better place.
    I decided to drive to the church. There was nowhere else I felt safe.
     
    V: The Church, and My Finale
     
    I pulled up to the church in silence, and stopped in front of the steps. The cool breeze greeted my face when I stepped out of the car with my bag. In the back seat was a black box which contained my typewriter. I took them both up the steps to the front doors and into the church.
    The windows were covered, the candles were lit, and something was hanging from the rafters directly in front of the altar. It was the body of Reverend Danthers, and I gasped. More tears rained down my face.
    I set everything up in the first pew, to the left of the altar. This is my last big project. Here is my final adventure, this one being the only non-fiction tale I have to tell. I filled these papers with what happened, and it hurts to relive the most recent events, but it’s more of a giant weight off my shoulders. It took some doing to settle down from the sight of Danthers’s body hanging from the very rafters May Farmington had hung from, over two hundred years ago. But when I did, I cut his body down. I gave him and my wife each a proper burial in the church cemetery. I found a shovel in a shed, and I spent hours burying them. The creatures were not very plentiful, but when I was spotted, I was able to easily kill them, with either my gun or the shovel.
    While I figure it would be of some interest to you, Beloved Reader, what became of me, I will spare you the details. That’s not important. Not to mention that as I’m writing this, I am still alive. I can’t live like this though, so just know that since you are reading this, I am gone. I’ll just leave it there. I think you’ve suffered enough in your experiences. Beloved Reader, I thank you again for reading this. Please be careful out there, and let your