They Who Come to Worship

As the doors of the Faithful's bunker opened, they were welcomed by a desolate landscape, building had been torn to shreds, and there was no signs of civilization.

Their first move was to find where exactly they were in this new world. Scouts were sent in all directions, and proceeded to look for people, a town or anything. Meanwhile, most of the others had began looking into the build a place from the Faithful on the surface. They began to rebuild some buildings that hadn't been completely destroyed by the nukes.

"Reverend, it is a divine miracle that we have been blessed with the ability to walk the surface again."

"Yes, remember, the Lord has instructed us to keep on our suits and masks, do not take them off for any reason."

"Understood Reverend."

About a day had passed, and the Faithful had set up a clinic, trying to not only heal the sick, but spread the word of a God forgotten by the people of the bombs.

"You must be crazy, you mean I can be forgiven for everything I have done?"

"Brother, you can be forgiven, we shall baptize you in clean waters, leading you on the path of righteousness."

The old raider broke down into tears as the Faithful all surrounded him, anointing him with holy water.

"Brothers and Sisters, we hereby bring this man into the fold, show him the love of our lord God, and may he walk the path with us."

The Reverend looked to sky.

"Although we haven't been called home, we shall spread the word, to any willing to listen."

The wind blew his cloak around, their numbers had been growing, not only because they were healing people, but there was nothing for these people to believe in, no hope, and no sign of any of the other bunkers.

"Tell me brother, in your time as a raider, did you ever come upon a communications array?"

"I did, but it's controlled by raiders right now, it wouldn't be a good idea to go there Reverend."

"I see, Brothers and Sisters, we must gather our arms, and take a communications array, so that we may send our message across the airwaves, let the world hear our message. Brother, our new Protector of the Faithful, will you lead the way?"

With a nod, the Faithful open crates, handing out weapons to each believer, then began their march towards the communications array.