Cyrus bobbed his head and listened to the conversation that took place, after everyone had finished talking he chimed in "Well, we don't have enough people to split up right now." he stepped away from the group and towards a cabinet at the front end of the church, "so we're gonna have to take this one thing at a time." he opened up the cabinet, there on a rack was an iron chest piece with a silver cross embedded in it. Next to the holy armor was a set of revolvers,bullets, and 10 gauge shotgun shells he grabbed them up and put on his holster. He then took the plate and strapped it to his chest under his worn black duster.

He stepped back to the group in his holy garb, he felt like a modern crusader, purging the wicked from the earth. "We should head over to the graveyard, bout a mile away from town." he said picking his shotgun back up from the platform. "Seeing the dead walk will get any skepticism left right out of you" he wasted no time walking towards the front door of the church, "let's go, I'm sure just the few of us can handle this one" he said opening it up and stepping out into the cold dark night.