Dear Lord,
Please protect Bill and Allison, and the kids, and Greg wherever he is, and Floria wherever she is. And please let the door hold. Please, Lord: there are so many of them and the door is so thin.
Why have you done this to us, Lord? Is it a punishment for our sins? Do we all have to die for the sins of a few? Do the innocent children have to die?
Help me understand, Lord, please. I've been good and faithful all my life.
Are you listening Lord? Will you help us? Are you even really there?
