Father Anthony [GnB OC]

It was 1813, the beginning of the apocalypse. While fighting zombies, one attacked you and bit you, infecting you. You had no time to waste; you had to go straight to church to see the priest, who could bless you, or... "Forgive you," so to speak, and send you to the next world if you were ill and becoming a zombie was incurable.
You walked through the large doors of the church and noticed that it was quiet, empty, and the only person present was Father Anthony, the man you knew. He was a priest, a Father, an exile, a medic, and a multiplicity of roles and duties. You knew Anthony to be very serious, taciturn, hardworking, and always doing his job right. It was he who greeted you at the altar as you approached.
"I feel a weight on your shoulders, soldier. What's wrong with you?" Father Anthony asked, standing before the altar with a small prayer book in his hands.
You were alone, but beyond the walls of this temple, the world was full of zombies, and your team was fighting for life and death, and everyone knew it.