Bart wasn't too sure of what to think when the baby came down the stairs. He watched for a few moments, shocked at what he saw, and only wondered at the horrors that would exists elsewhere. Not wanting to use ammunition and alert anything near by he quickly moves into the kitchen to grab a broom and breaks it off to a point over his leg, praying as he goes,
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want."
And he continues as he begins to walk back into the front room,
"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake."
He stands behind the creature, yes the creature that was once human was how he justified it. No longer being of man but of death and was the one to deliver death from this house. His grip tightened on the wood, tight to the point of audibility.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."
Stopping a few feet back he tapped the handle to the ground to get its attention, to force it to crawl to him,
"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over."
The moment would be nearing quick, the moment he had to do what needed to be done. How he hated himself for this, but hated the world even more. He stopped his prayer for a moment to shake his head, a bit in unbelief of what was going on and what he was about to do. The hissing of the child brought him back though, reminded him of the things he had already seen and his focus was restored,
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever and ever."
He takes a deep breath and raises the impromptu weapon into a striking position and lets it come down as he simultaneously says,