Say mercy

~Prolouge~

"Erin Walker was a very successful man," the preacher spoke is a low tone, "Its a sad moment for us, to see him go. But we should also be happy. He's in the hands of the lord now. He's back home with his lord and father." The preacher then bowed, everyone's voice then spoke softly, "Amen." They all then stood up, all the women dabbed their tears away with a small handkerchief of pale pink and purples. But, there was only one woman who was not crying; someone no one could see; someone none of the Walkers' cared about anymore. Her harsh brown hair covered her face, her whole body was crooked and she twitched every 2 minutes. None of the walkers' even cared about, even when she was alive no one cared about her. Erin's family only acted. That's all they were, the women in the back thought They were all fakes! So was Erin! She then walked up to the coffin, she slowly looked at the preacher and smirked. No one could see her, no one! They'll all pay! Every single one of them. She then disappeared into the preacher, the preacher eyes then was shadowed with pure evil. The preacher then went to the front door to the church and started to lock it. No one seen him locking the door as they all mourned over Erin Walker. He then went to the back of the church, strutting down the isle happily as if he was a little kid that just got a new toy. He went into his office and went to a safe where a shotgun was locked up. The shotgun was only used for safety reasons only but, not this time. Reaching up to the lock on it and started to put in the combination code. After opening the safe, there lay an old, rusty shotgun. The preacher picked up the shotgun and checked to see if the gun was loaded. It was, the preacher always kept the old shotgun loaded. He smirked and whispered, in a voice that sounded as if the devil had possessed him. "They'll all pay." He then strutted out in the main part of the church. All the walkers were confused, until he pointed the rusted shotgun at the oldest, loud shots rung out through the church. Everyone's screams was almost like music to his ears. He then started to shoot at everyone. Sparing no one in the church. Satisfied by his work he has done, he put the gun to his chin and without thinking twice, he pulled the trigger. The woman whom no one see only laughed, she had gotten her revenge but it still wasn't enough for her. She wanted more. Much much more. Vengeful. She then smirked and whispered more. The chains that locked the door then fell to the blood stained floor. The woman disappeared but she wasn't finished. The police was already outside, trying to get in. When the door opened they stormed in with guns up, they didn't know that it was the end for them. Only she did. The floor turned to flames, as the policemen were trying to get out the door slammed shut, jammed. Minutes later the fire department came but the building was already engulfed in flames and slowly collapsing. More than eighty nine people died, that wasn't including more than half of the police force. Again. No one could see her, she was in front of the building. Her evil cackle could only be heard by herself only. She then disappeared once again, to the place she called home. It wasn't his home anymore. It was her home now, only her's. The walker mansion was her's only. No one shall enter the mansion. If they do they never came back out. Only a very few lived through it and made it out, but they only lasted one day until they were found brutality murdered in there houses. Only one lived long enough to see his song turn 17. Marcus Rolien.