Chapter 100 - An Assassin, a Duelist, and a Healer Walk Into a Church... With a Nuke?

It wasn't a great rest, we mostly just took turns closing our eyes, but sleep never came. It seemed like every 20 minutes or so, something would rap on the door, bone or nail, whatever it was, it would strike the door once and scratch at it a few times before wandering away. The most likely scenario was a zombie testing the entrance and getting bored when it didn't give way to their meager attempt. Still, even buying us a night of not moving more than needed seemed to do wonders. A day, two days, three for sure, we would need actual sleep, but the goal was to get out of here, the sooner the better. The cult was on the move, and likely didn't face the same obstacles we did.