Arriving back at the fire engine, everyone seems to be ok.  Even Dave has woken up and seems to be doing well.

"Well, hell!  Welcome back little ladies!" Stew bellows.  "It's nice to have something better than these ugly mugs to look at on this trip.  Well, don't be shy!  Climb on in!  We're almost there!"

The ladies climb into the vehicle, the men inside doing their best to make them comfortable and safe.

Abe informs the others and rushes of into the church once more.  Quickly and carefully throwing open doors, he soon finds his way to the steeple tower and runs up the narrow spiral staircase.  Inside is a dead man, one from the convenience store.  What was his name?  Eric, maybe?

Through the large open window, Abe can see the streets and buildings spread out before him, and that there is indeed another roadblock (several cars, a burned-out bus and a downed telephone pole) ahead, and he maps out an alternate route in his head.  But he also notices something else.  Something's wrong with the storm.  It swirls in one place overhead, like a tornado, though there's very little wind in the city.  Also,  even when there's no lightning, a strange green glow emanates from somewhere in the storm's center.

The howling in the streets begins again, and the church walls begin to shake.  The steeple begins to sway ominously...

Suddenly the gates fly open and the survivors are ushered off of the truck by armed men, leaving the fire engine behind.  Suddenly, Mary panics.

"Alex!  Where's Alex!?" she screams.  She struggles against the soldiers and escapes them, running out into the night!

Meanwhile, the soldiers continue to herd Abe and the rest into the compound.  The sound of a helicopter's blades spinning up can be heard somewhere nearby.

Some of the soldiers check out the contents of the truck, but the rest force Abe and the others into the compound.  Alex is nowhere to be seen...

The whirr of the helicopter is deafening.  The soldiers don't say much as they load the group into the vehicle.  Suddenly, Dave doesn't look so good.  The sounds he's making can't be heard over the helicopter's take-off, but when he looks up, his eyes are solid black, like the zombies.  Suddenly he lurches forward, knocking a soldier out of the bay door to plummet to his death on the pavement far below as he claws and bites at the pilot.  Klaxons sound, and the helicpter begins to spin out of control!

Meanwhile, in a dark alley a distance away, Mary find Alex.  His breath is ragged and he's hunched over, moaning oddly.  "A...Alex?  Are you alright?" she asks as she slowly approaches him, her delicate hand outstretched to lend comfrot.  Her hand moves closer.... and closer...

"Alex?" Mary asks again.  With a spasmodic jerk, Alex's head whips up, his eyes as black as night, with a low moan growling in his throat.  Somewhere nearby, there is the sound of an explosion, and Mary screams!

The wreckage of a helicopter, a body lies impaled and bleeding nearby.  In the foreground, a leather-bound journal is open, the pages flipping in the breeze.  A green glow from overhead permeates everything.

"...what have we done?  Dear god, please forgive us our pride.  We sought doors to other worlds, without thought that those doors might be placed there for a reason.  Alien virus?  Magical curse?  Hubris unleashed?  Whatever it is that we have done to your works, I apologize, and beg your forgiveness and love."

"Or was this your plan all along?  Apocalypse?  Judgement Day?  The rise of the dead from their graves?  Are my prayers just a joke?  I guess I'll find out soon enough.  I'm pretty sure the bite wound is fatal, and yet I'm not dead.  I wonder if the zombie trapped in the tower will hear my confession?  Will he want to eat of my flesh?  Ha!"

"I'm sorry Diane.  I love you."

"Adam"

In the background, blurry, the limp body begins to stir.  Then behind it, another.  Soon, several shuffling forms move about in the green-lit wreckage, accompanied by a keening moan...