[Part 2/2]

Deacon grows sceptical of Father, but decides to go on with the plan. Father approaches Deacon and says, "Take this," handing him a bag of 4 radios, “place them from somewhere near the horde and trail it to the camp. I will activate it when we are far enough away from the horde.”

“What will that achieve?” He asks. “Just wait and watch.”

Deacon does so, cautious to not set off the horde, or get spotted by the people.

Him and father move their bikes and push them a little further away.

They get on top of a nearby abandoned three-storey motel.

Oblivious of the fact that Deacon in helping Father in killing the campers, he watches as father dials the first radio closest to the horde.

Suddenly, all the 300 or so spines click as their heads violently turn to the sound of the ringing radio. They instantly begin sprinting towards the first radio about twenty meters away from them. The ground rumbles under their thumping footsteps, alarming the campers. They begin investigating, as the horde approaches the first radio.

As they run, some of their insides spill out through the rips in their skin. Some of them slip over them, while the ones behind them step right on to them, growling towards the noise. Now, their growls are audible to the campers. They take their guns and aim at the horde.

By the time they had done that, they arrived at the first radio. They begin whirlpooling around the radio, till they eventually stomp it out. As soon as the beeping stops, Father activates the second radio.

The whirlpool suddenly disintegrates to form another stampede moving towards the second radio. At this point, the campers have begun panicking. One of the seven suddenly points and shoots at the horde, forgetting their silencer.

Suddenly, the horde changes direction, passing from directly under them. The whole building rumbles under their heavy footsteps.

They all pour into the camp resembling a flood wave pouring into a shallow pit.

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As soon as the last one of the dead passes, they head down the abandoned motel and start their bikes. They ride as fast as they can back to camp.

Meanwhile, the seven have already been decimated. They skin and flesh broken off in chunks, while some hang from their bodies. They gasp for air through their chewed-open throats, as blood drips down them, and injects itself out in pulses.

About two hours after they left, they return with a bag full of clanging metal. They open and empty it out onto the floor to reveal metal scraps.

Father steps away and calls out to everyone, “Children, brothers, and sisters. Come join us at the stage for a quick minute.”

Seconds later, they all orderly flock around the stage, surrounding it in a curious fashion. Standing three feet higher, father announces, “This world is not what we imagined for our younger ones. It was only in movies and on TV that the world was so filled with horrors. And to survive this horror, we all are doing something for the camp. The workers are getting what they earnt with their work. But some of us have taken advantage of the weakness of the world. We need rations to survive. And this morning, someone stole our rations. Two crates of canned beans and our own corn were gone. Just gone. We worked hard for that. And I promise you this one thing. You will all have your effort returned to you… right now.”

Suddenly, chains begin rattling, a garage shed opens up, with a large man pulling the chain down.

Father takes off his three rings and cracks his knuckles.

The large man grabs a woman up from the garage, and drags her out by her hair. She looks like she is just 16, tired, starved and she even stopped sweating because of how dehydrated she is. Her lips dry and cracked, mutter out the words, “Please forgive me, Father.”

With her hands tied up, she looks up at Deacon. She stares. Is she asking for help? Or just looking at him. Her sight tugs Deacon’s soul.

“Oh, I forgive you. They don’t.” He replies with a smug face, pointing at the people in the audience. “Men, step up.” He commands, as he stiffly walks down the stage.

Before the men step up, Deacon hides his hand behind his back and makes a fist. A small wave of heat is felt by Stan, standing behind him.

He looks down to see Deacon’s fingertips catching a minute flame.

“You will be put in jail for your doings… unless God says otherwise.” He says, looking up as if he is waiting for a miracle. Deacon clenches his fist and a momentary flame appears on the starved woman’s wrists. Instead of being relieved, she falls over, begging for water and food.

Everyone gasps at the sight of the white blinding flame burning through the rope. Stoked, even Father speaks up.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” He says, “God has given us a sign that he is here. It is a miracle! God Himself has interacted with us. If that does not signify a sign, I don’t know what does. Ellie here, will live with us from now on. By Gods will, we will treat her like one of our own. Amen.”

A low-pitched rumble follows from the crowd, “Amen.”

From all that, All Deacon was concerned about is hearing the word, “Prison.”

Where is it? Nowhere in this airport is there enough space for a prison, unless he used the hangars.

But why hide it?