Temple Sanctuary: Horror

They gathered in the ruin of the old temple, pulling along folding seats and card tables, carting coolers of food and beverages, hauling blankets and wind-up radios. They didn't know why. They didn't know how it would help. But they believed that choice they'd heard in their heads, the quiet one that just said, "Go to the old holy sites and you will be spared." They'd seen the news reports of the horrible things happening in other parts of the world. Maybe they'd even seen the map predicting where it would all spread. They weren't going to pretend that if they did nothing, they'd be safe. So they'd grabbed their kids and their pets, those essentials that they could actually haul up the narrow winding path to the old stone ruin, and they'd--

Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/fellow-traveller/2631755730/
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Mostly I like the old/new juxtaposition, and it's a slightly different take on the whole "holy ground is safe" notion.