Who among us?

Pennselvania, 2014, I dont care what any body says about the outbreak, "oh my encounter was horrible" or "It was the worst attack on record" no, you wanna know what really effected the american people. It was the Scranton attack of 2014. So here I was baracaded in a church with a whole group of people, Im not really a religious guy. Anyway, here I am stuck in that dump with a whole crap load of undead right outside the door. And I dont know how but I knew that no one here was infected, and I really didnt know much about the virus, I was just a biker, I road from town to town. Oh, and my names Frank, I know a biker named Frank, how homo is that? Anyway, days pass, and I get to know some of the other guys I was stuck with. They all told me their stories about the outbreak, so a couple of more days pass, and another guy named Chuck, he wasnt looking so good, he got real pale, and looked like crap. Pretty soon, Martha, the priests wife, began to get sick, out of malnourishment. She died within the week. Sad really, after that the priest began to get a little weird, he began to talk to people in private. One day I heard him talking about sacrafices! So, I decided to keep to myself. And in one day he got, half the church on his side, I mean he had, Chuck, Alex, Bob, Kate, everyone! And one day Ill never forget what that preist did, he got to the center of the stage and said. "Who among us is one of those creatures of Satan, who has tainted this house of God with your infection and sickness!?". Then, he grabed a thirteen year old kid by the arm and shouted "is it this boy? I will return his blood" he picked up a dagger someone put in front of him, and they chanted, "kill the boy, kill the boy!". "Oh my God I said to myself" these guys were really gonna kill him! Befor I could reach the stage , the priest stabed the boy in the chest! He fell to the floor lifless, I pulled out my blade and began to run at the priest "grab him!" he shouted, and the crazed followers did as they were told, they took me by the arms, and slamed me to the ground. The priest took out the balde that he killed the kid with "may you return to hell, may Satan reclaim his chiled" "this is the end" I thought, then he stuck me in the side, the pain shot through my body so fast I didnt have time to scream! I began to see my own blood all over the church floor, the room started spining, and befor I blacked out I remember seeing hazmat bust through the door. Then I woke up in some military base, and thats how my story ended. But I will never as long as I live forget that poor kid on the floor, blood slowly seeping out, Kyle his name was, his parents were killed by the undead, I talked to him from time to time, in a sense...I was all he had, and I failed him, poor kid, he was just thirteen.