Delbert Winters: Reverend Delbert Winters here. Born and raised in this very town. Lent my own Church to the Responders for their outpost here. And you're welcome. The Responders are on a true mission, ya see. Helpin' folks through thick n' thin. Until the heavens open again and take us all up anyways. When this all happened, I figured like most... it was time. This was the End. But... but it wasn't, was it? We're still here.
At first I thought it was a mistake. That we was missed, forgotten. Maybe we did some wrongs... Didn't give enough to charity maybe... didn't praise His name even in the worst of times... maybe thought some things that ought not to been thought. So I asked Him. I asked... how? Why? I fought your wars on Earth. I'm ready to fight them up there by Your side!
Then, in my despair, I saw some survivors eatin' raw rat carcass behind a dumpster. "You ought to cook that first," I warned em. Seemed obvious. "We tried, but got sick," they said, covered in their own filth. I realized right then and there that I was being tasked. From then on, I built kitchens. Cooked good food. Fed anyone who walked up with an empty belly. And I was thankful for my task in life. Thankful!
Next time hell or high water land at my stoop, I'll be swept clear away with it. But until then, let's share a homecooked meal together, all right?