Let Those Who Have Ears Hear

As they approached the communications array, Reverend Everett fired a bazooka at the gates the raiders had shut, blowing them open.

"What the fuck..."

The raider boss was gunned down before he could even give an order. The Faithful marched into the station killing anyone and everyone in their way. The raiders stood no chance.

"With God on our side, we shall prevail!"

The Faithful pushed the raiders deeper and deeper into the station, offering only one that they might be spared should the raiders lay down their weapons and offer their souls to God, to which most responded with gunfire. After about fifteen minutes, the raiders had been killed off, and the Faithful had control of the array.

"Point the dishes in all of the cardinal directions, let the world hear our broadcast."

As the followers turned the dishes, the followers began to air their message, listening all the while for any signs of the other bunkers. What they found was worse than they'd expected.

"Reverend, you're going to want to hear this."

Over the air, picked up from the Florida region, echoes and screams broadcast live.

"LONG LIVE THE OVERLORD! LET ANY OPPOSER DIE TO HIS MIGHT!"

"The Overlord..."

"Pat... just what the hell is going on down their."

"Sir I've got another broadcast."

This broadcast was different, and this one had a distinct message to it.

"This is the Remnants of America broadcasting on any open frequency, if you can hear us, relay a ping, do not, I repeat, do no attempt to speak over this channel."

"That must be the Ghost."

"As in President Ghost?"

"President no longer, there is no America for him to lead."

"Shall we send a ping?"

"Send one and only one."

The Reverend left the room shortly afterward, his mind raced. If The Overlord had survived and was massacring people, he must have a good reason. Not to mention, the Ghost now leading the Remnants of America. The Reverend clenched his fist.

"We the Faithful must survive into this emerging world... by any means necessary."

The Faithful, moved their clinic directly into the city center, declaring this city was now controlled by the Faithful. The citizens didn't mind as the Faithful had been helpful and they were in desperate need of supplies. As the Faithful repaired the city, Reverend Everett looked over the city.

"This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine."

At the moment, they were the second most powerful known faction that existed, people feared the Overlord and his raiders, and most believed the Remnants of America was just a pre-war broadcast on loop, making the Faithful, the second most powerful known. They emerged onto the stage showing power and compassion, helping heal the injured, while killing anyone standing in their way.

"Reverend, from what we have gather, none of the other bunkers survived, something went wrong be it wasn't from the bombs."

"Then there is another plague upon this land we shall purge in time."

The Reverend and his protector looked out over their city, ready to make changes this wasteland needed.