Shouts drew me out to the side of the church.  There she was.  She was a gruesome thing that appeared motley and hideously nude a mockery of the feminine form to be sure. She was bent over a wounded man. It was Therion down on the ground and trying to fend of the greasy ghoul who was snapping way at him.  It was very strange to be sure because Therion was normally a fierce fighter by the look of him but then I saw he was bleeing and wonded and understood he was in a desperate situation.  I ran to him drawing my K-bar from the sheath on my hip. Not the first time I had been in hand to hand combat in the before time or with the dead, still it never gets any less disgusting.  As Therion a strong man struggled with the creature who was on him, I came up from behind grabbed hand full of the sticky long black hair on the dead woman and thought to yank back on her head and plant the k-bar in her skull when the hair and part of the scalp just pealed back sloughing off.  It lurched forward again. I heard the little nun, Sister Theresa, praying loudly to our Lady, and of all thins she had a garden claw in her hand looking as if she might wish to help. Others Erica and Hunter appeared as well.   I had no choice but to plant a boot in her back to steady her swaying body as grab her again for the mess of hair and insert the knife hard into the eye socket and punch into the brain cavity.  We rolled slimy she beast off him and blood bubbled out of his nose, his only concern seemed to before his companion Jet who was no where to be seen, but he soon could not say much for he had a broken rib and collapsed lung. With the help of the sister I went and at Therion’s gestures for help I bent and of all things with a clean knife was forced to do field medicine on him, cutting into his side and with a plastic tube draining blood from his lung.  It was terrible.  Hunter and Erica and myself secured the wounded man to a board and carried him to the hospital with he sister praying all the way.  Thanks be to God for the medical staff. We need men like Therion now more than ever. Every human life is precious.