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Ira opened his eyes after his prayer and looked off onto the street, people running & screaming "Infected!" as a van speeding down was hit by a car and flipped over, Ira quickly retreated back inside the church, taking deep breaths, smelling burnt toast "I can't do this, this is madness, impossible." He opened his eyes to find his alter engulfed in flames and watched as the fire spread themselves outward towards him. "Ah por Dios!" he screamed out loud. The lit candles on the pedstal must have set the fire, but the message was clearer now, more then ever. "Leave this place or die!" Ira imagining the booming voice of God. Two loud bangs echoed across the street but Ira was still distracted by the magnificent ascent that the flames grew to. Eventually Ira snapped out if it as the fire was about to meet him and quickly ran back out front door.

He saw a black man running out from behind the flipped van, and the police officer just looking at him, saying something on his radio. More people came onto the street shouting "Infected!" and "They're coming!". Ira saw an alley right next to the church and ran down the alley looking for something to hide in or to retreat to. He found a ladder and quickly grabbed onto it with both hands. The rust bruised Ira's hands as he pulled himself up the ladder and made them sore as he got on the roof of the store next to his burning church. Ira sat down on the rocks that covered the floor then eventually rested his head on the rocks as well. He closed his eyes smelling the ashes of the church whose god he had trusted and abandoned him, and listened to the screams of the people down the streets. Ira tried to sleep, but it was almost impossible to sleep so he looked up from the ground to see the cloud of black smoke enveloping the sky and the stars.