MORT - day 25 - Bow your heads

My head was spinning with all of the information once pastor Masters stopped talking. I had to shake my head, just to get some clarity. Luckily I could usually count on Desmond to be a bit more aware of the situation than I was, because once the pastor has stopped talking he asked “what if we're stranded out there?”

“well, if you get stranded out there, we will know where you are and try and get a message to you about which sector the new mission is being held. With any luck you can find your way to them and become part of their pickup.” pastor Masters said and the added “we haven't had any problems with that method yet”

from my left I could hear Desmond mutter “because no-one have stayed alive for two weeks straight”

I tried and knock this discussion out of my head. We were going to be fine, all we had to do was survive for a couple of days, how hard could that be?

“OK, if there are no more questions, then, I think we should gather in prayer” bishop black said after a moment of silence, where the only thing that could be heard was the chop-chop-chop of the helicopter blades and some off color cat calls from the crowd.

I couldn't really pay attention to the prayer, so all I did is bow my head and close my eyes and try to not think of the hell I was about to walk into. I turned the bishop's voice into drone at the back of my head and I worked up my nerve to peek out from under my eyelids.
The crowd too, were bowing their heads in prayer, even though they would not be able to hear a word of what the bishop was saying. For a second I had a terrible vision of all of those teenagers now bowing their heads freshly turned and coming at me with carnivorous fury. But that was only for a second.When the bishop stopped talking I looked up, startled.

My heart started beating faster instantly and my breaths started coming in short quick bursts. Trying not to get light headed I berried my head in my hands. I could hear Pastor Masters Say “so, this is it. we will be picking you up at the same place that we drop you off, so be sure to be there in a week precisely” with that the four of us were ushered into the helicopter.

Just before the the doors closed us off from the safe zone all together, The bishop looked up at the four of us and leaned in close. The racket of the helicopter almost drowned him out as he confidentially said “the dead live, but so do we”