World War Z_ An Oral History of the Zombie War ( PDFDrive )

[Pause.] I don’t understand.
The president declared himself head of the Church…
Can’t a national leader feel God’s love?
But what about organizing priests into “death squads,” and
assassinating people under the premise of “purifying infected
victims”?
[Pause.] I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Isn’t that why you eventually fell out with Moscow? Isn’t that why
you’re here?
[There is a long pause. We hear the sounds of footsteps approaching. Someone
knocks at the door. Father Sergei opens it to find a small, ragged child. Mud
stains his pale, frightened face. He speaks in a frantic, local dialect, shouting
and pointing up the road. The old priest nods solemnly, pats the boy on the
shoulder, then turns to me.]
Thank you for coming. Will you excuse me, please?
[As I rise to leave, he opens a large wooden chest at the foot of his bed,
removing both a bible and a World War II–era pistol.]
ABOARD USS HOLO KAI, OFF THE COAST OF THE HAWAIIAN
ISLANDS
[Deep Glider 7 looks more like a twin fuselage aircraft than a minisub. I lie on my
stomach in the starboard hull, looking out through a thick, transparent nose
cone. My pilot, Master Chief Petty Officer Michael Choi, waves at me from the
port hull. Choi is one of the “old-timers,” possibly the most experienced diver in
the U.S. Navy’s Deep Submergence Combat Corps (DSCC). His gray temples and
weathered crow’s-feet clash violently with his almost adolescent enthusiasm. As
the mother ship lowers us into the choppy Pacific, I detect a trace of “surfer
dude” bleeding through Choi’s otherwise neutral accent.]