Waking from a nightmare of fire and pain, the last thing she remembered was reaching out to her friends as the flames consumed her. She awoke in a forest. Was it a dream? It felt so real, and here she was, again, just like last time. The needs of survival, however, quieted any restless thoughts and she found her way south to a strange cave, built by undeniably-human hands. Thanking the Lord for blessing her with shelter, she spent a few days gathering the supplies and crafting the tools she needed to survive, before making her way north to a walled-off enclosure. A fortress, it was, sealed from the outside world. In her dream, she had seen this place before and it was filled with the spawn of hell, but also with supplies. This time, however, things felt different. There were signs at the gate, written in an unintelligible script, and one of those strange horseless carriages was waiting for her right out front. Providence.
Mustering her courage, she attempted to get the thing to move, and it responded to her command. Having no other option to break through the gate, she recited a swift prayer and commanded her iron steed forward into the gate, smashing a hole large enough for her to enter. Much to her surprise, there were no demons inside, but people. Irritated at her transgression, they nevertheless allowed her free range through their fortress. Quickly she learned that they were a very pacifistic people, unwilling to do violence except in direst need, but unsatisfied at doing nothing but waiting to die. During her search, she ended up conversing with many who expressed a desire to see the outside world, to fight the monsters who would consume them, and to build a new life for themselves.
In the end, she found herself with a following of twelve women and four men, lacking the changes of the friends she had lost in the dream, but highly-skilled nonetheless.
The question changed to a more-relevant one. How on earth was she to feed them all?