The Greater Number 2: Hand of Karma part 1

  The early morning mist hung low over the grass as a flock of cranes flew overhead in search of water to drink and feed in.  Dragonflies flitted about, catching their meals, unaware of any human threat.  Though all the land was orange with anticipation, the sun had yet to emerge from behind the horizon.  The idyllic atmosphere of dawn in China was broken by the rupturous echoes of a rifle shot.  In the grass a newly re-dead undead body fell to the earth, minus a head.
  "Wow, I've heard you preach, and if you could make your points from behind the pulpit as sharply as you make them from behind this parapet, you'd fill every pew," remarked Father Fen-Chang to Father Mucker.
  "Yeah well, I've heard you preach, and your entire congregation becomes a sack of potatoes like that zombie out there when you're behind the pulpit."  On and on their bantering went as Father Fen-Chang and Father Mucker crouched low on the Great Wall of China and picked off the approaching zombies one by one with the rifles they had been issued.
  Father Fen-Chang was a missionary for the Marble Cliffs Chinese Baptist Church.  He was doing charity work in China, helping an impoverished family.  Their house was in shambles so he wanted to help them by repainting it.  He enlisted the help of a fellow preacher who ran a faux painting company called Moe Faux.  Moe Mucker was a Southern Baptist preacher who was also doing charity work in China.  The two hit it off and became fast friends.  Together they painted many houses all over China.
  About a month ago, there were reports of the dead returning to life.  There was a safe haven in Xi'an where the two of them were when the outbreak occurred.  They immediately volunteered their services in helping out in any way they could.  They were put on wall duty and given rifles so that they could protect the living from the dead from their post along the wall.
  They had a radio from which they listened to news from around the world.  The most disturbing news was of  a group in the States called Hand of Karma.  It was comprised of both the living and the dead, if that's possible.  The group was lead by its mysterious leader, Hadji, a monk who believed that he had been given the responsibility to wipe out all evil in the world.  His followers worshiped him and his undead horde did his dirty work.  In his own mind he was the hand of karma.