Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon
A boy of fifteen or so came running up to the church and the gathered diners. He was tall, sweating profusely, and panting hard. He ran up to the reverend and tried to speak but was too out of breath.
"Calm down, Jason, calm down." The Reverend was saying. It occurred to Troy right away, Jason was one of the older teens assigned to the lookout posts because he was fit enough to sprint back and warn others. This wasn't good.
"Hey, that's Ellen's kid. The athletic one." A woman was saying. "He was at one of the lookout things. I hope it ain't bad news."
Jason coughed and wheezed, but managed to blurt out, "That gunshot, they heard it. Coming down one-fifty-one now."
Jason dropped his hands to his knees and bent over sucking in great lungfuls of air. The Reverend stood upright and looked back in the direction the boy had approached from. The look on the holy man's face would have surprised any one who saw it; he was afraid.
"Wait, what did that kid say?" A man nearby asked. "Did he say them walking corpses heard Max shoot himself. Are they coming here? Now?"
"Oh, God!" Another man exclaimed. "Martha! Martha, where are you?"
The man dropped his plate and went immediately in search of the woman. others began to take notice, losing interest in Max now that Jason had reported to the Reverend.
"They were passing by, really close." Jason added. He stood and looked to be regaining his composure, then he saw Max. "Oh, shit! It was old Mad Max. He finally went of did it. They heard it, they heard the shot. Started coming this way. They're back at the overlook."
"How far is that?" Someone asked.
"A mile and a tenth." Another voice answered.
"How long do we have?" Someone shouted from the back.
Jason looked at a watch on his wrist, then said, "I left there just over eight minutes ago. I'd say with how they move, maybe twenty to twenty five minutes."
A general uproar of voices erupted in the parking lot. People talked of getting weapons. Others talked about warning those people still in the other buildings and homes. Still, there were those that were claiming the time had come to flee.
"Everybody!" The Reverend shouted over the tumult. "Everybody, listen to me, please. I'm going to get the Sheriff on the radio, he has a plan for this. A distraction to lead them away. He will probably have to ask for some volunteers to pull it off. So, you need to be calm and ready to do your part."