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Surviving Armageddon 32. To Be Humane
The sun was low in the sky. It casted long shadows across the settlement. The busy life within the gates paused momentarily. The settlers stationed at the entrance focused their attention on the frail boy standing just outside the gates.The boy's eyes were filled with sadness. A desperation showed through his weary expression. His arms were raised, a sign of surrender. An attempt to convey his lack of threat to the settlement."I'm unarmed, please help me," the boy's voice hesitated, carrying the weight of countless hardships. His words hung in the air, an appeal for compassion in a world filled with distrust and fear.One of the guards at the gate held his gun steady, his voice stern as he questioned the boy's presence. "What's your business here?" The tension in the air was apparent, a reflection of the settlers' weariness toward strangers."We've been through quite enough already - we can't allow a stranger inside our sanctuary," one of the settlers inside the gate voiced the coll
Surviving Armageddon 33. The Fallen One
"And no wonder, for Satan himself keeps disguising himself as an angel of light"- 2 Corinthians 11:14Harold sat on a makeshift bench, his gaze fixed kindly on Troy who stood in front of him. His young face etched with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. The morning sun cast a gentle glow on them. It filtered through the edges of the settlement's walls."What's your name, young man?" Harold's voice carried warmth, as he asked the boy."It's Troy, sir. My name is Troy," the boy replied, his tone filled with appreciation for the kindness he had been shown."Troy, that's a good name," Harold nodded in acknowledgment, with a small smile on his lips. His eyes showed a sense of understanding, recognizing the weight of the hardships Troy must have endured.The boy shifted slightly, a gesture of nervousness mixed with heartfelt gratitude. "Sir, I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here. I really didn't have anywhere else to go. If you hadn't helped me, I really could have died out t
Surviving Armageddon 34. The Fallen One Rises
In the darkened throne room of Tarturas, Diablo, the enigmatic ruler seated upon the grand throne, raised his hand with an effortless grace. A flicker of dark energy followed the motion, weaving into existence a table made with intricate designs. The table stood at the center of the room, a manifestation of Diablo's command over infernal energy.As if created from the very fabric of Tarturas itself, a set of chairs materialized around the table. Their dark, twisted frames seemed to fit seamlessly with the aura of the throne room. Each chair had an otherworldly elegance. They were tailored to accommodate the number of his loyal servants who stood on the elevated platform.Diablo's hollow eyes surveyed the newly formed arrangement, his demeanor exuding an air of authority. "My beloved servants," he spoke, his voice resonating through the chamber with a commanding presence, "you will now sit."In response to Diablo's directive, the arch-demons, each named and devoted to their dark lord,
Surviving Armageddon 35. Whispers In The Sky
Noah's bewildered voice echoed through the boundless expanse of the cloud-filled realm. The wall-less room seemed suspended in the sky. It was a surreal environment where the laws of gravity didn't apply. As he took a step forward, clouds billowed beneath his feet, creating a sensation both ethereal and unnerving.The sky above him stretched infinitely. It was an ever-shifting canvas of hues that ranged from delicate colours to deep, mysterious blues. Noah's gaze darted around, attempting to grasp the surreal nature of his surroundings. "Why am I not falling?" he pondered aloud, his voice swallowed by the vastness of the cloudy abyss.The air carried a peculiar stillness. It was broken only by Noah's footsteps resonating through the unseen boundaries of the sky chamber. Each step left a faint imprint on the clouds, as if the very essence of the sky responded to his presence. His senses tingled with a mixture of awe and anxiety, an unspoken tension that clung to the air like a cloak.N
Surviving Armageddon 36. The Unspoken Truths
Noah slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the sight of Norah anxiously waiting by his side. "Woah," he exclaimed, his surprise evident as he took in his surroundings. "Good morning, sis. What brings you here?" he inquired, attempting to shake off the lingering disorientation."Morning? Are you out of your mind?" Norah retorted, her concern turning into frustration. "You've been asleep for the entire day. What happened to you? Are you sick or something?" Her eyes searched his face for any sign of explanation."What!" Noah exclaimed, realizing the absence of sunlight outside his shelter. "I've been out for the whole day?" The revelation hit him, and he struggled to reconcile the passage of time with his perception."Is it because of that dream of yours again?" Norah questioned, her worry deepening as she probed for an explanation."No, I must've been real tired," Noah responded, a sudden realization dawning upon him. As he attempted to explain the dream or whatever it was, he found himsel
Surviving Armageddon 37. The Holy Summit
"Then I saw, and look! the Lamb standing on Mount Zion, and with him 144,000 who have his name and the name of his Father written on their foreheads"-Revelation 14:1In the ancient city of Bethlehem, now desolate after the Armageddon, the night air hung heavy with silence. The remnants of a once-thriving cityscape laid in ruins, a testimony to the apocalyptic aftermath. The stars above barely penetrated the darkness, offering only faint glimmers.However, on this fateful night, a celestial phenomenon unfolded. It transformed the destroyed environment into a beautiful spectacle. From the heavens descended thousands of angels, their majestic presence followed by a symphony that resonated through the stillness. The city, ruined in the aftermath of destruction, became the canvas for a divine display.As the angels descended, their golden-hued energy lit the sky with a brilliance that defied the darkness. The sky transformed into a breathtaking light-show as their radiant wings gracefull
Surviving Armageddon 38. An Oath And Bonds
In the soft morning light, Noah made his way to Harold's shelter, his purpose clear in his stride. He reached the familiar door and gave it a polite knock. Soon, Harold emerged, and their conversation began."Hey, Mr. Harold. Emily said you wanted to see me," Noah greeted.Harold acknowledged him, "Yes, thanks for coming. I wanted to discuss something regarding the new boy who just joined us the other day."Noah, curious, replied, "Okay, I'm all ears.""I need your help in assisting him adjust to life here at the settlement. I figured you'd be a good fit, given you recently joined a few weeks back and adjusted quite fast," explained Harold."What's his name again?" inquired Noah."It's Troy," Harold replied."Alright, so what do I need to do specifically?" Noah asked, ready to contribute.Harold reassured him, "Nothing serious. You can just show him around and explain how things work. If there's a task he'd feel comfortable doing, then you'll come let me know, and we'll work something
Surviving Armageddon 39. Burden Of Leadership
Noah and Jake, their faces masked with determination, finished gearing up for the ominous mission ahead. The weight of their decision hung in the air as they joined Spencer and Esther at the settlement gate. "Have you informed the leader?" Jake inquired, his concern evident."He knows. He told us to be careful out there," Esther replied, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation."So even Mr. Harold is okay with this, huh?" Noah remarked, a mix of skepticism and acceptance in his tone."Peace and tranquility comes at a price, Noah - especially during this unforgiving apocalypse," Spencer remarked, emphasizing the harsh reality they faced."Alright, but I need you all to understand something," Noah paused, his gaze fixed on each of them. "When I put my mind to doing something, nothing is going to stop me. At first I was against doing this, but I've seen and understood the risks involved. Once I find James, I'm putting him down, no questions asked."They all exchanged glances, th
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50. The Conversation
Norah made her way towards her shelter, Troy catching up to her. "So, how was it?" he inquired.Confused, Norah asked, "How was what?" Troy smirked, "Being almost kidnapped by a power-hungry army tyrant." Norah, with a hint of amusement, replied, "With the Oppenheimer demonstration, we got - I found it interesting."Troy probed further, "So, you foresaw all of this, huh?"Norah confirmed, "Yes, I did, but you did too."Troy admitted, "Well, I had my assumptions - not as exact as it happened, but I had the general idea." As Norah attempted to leave, Troy grabbed her hand. "Wait," he said, releasing her hand quickly, apologizing, "Oops, sorry about that."Curious, Norah questioned, "What do you want, Troy?"Troy urged her, "You should be more honest with yourself, don't you think?" Norah, still skeptical, asked, "How so?" Troy boldly stated, "You finally met someone who understands you - completely. Admit it; you're thrilled." Norah, unfazed, retorted, "Dude, I literally have a tw
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49. Un/wavering Resolve
Commander Slate, his tone filled with a sinister resolve, declared, "I cannot liberate the country if I murder all that remains of its citizens. I will now take my leave, avoiding any further bloodshed, but Emilia comes with me."Harold, fueled by intense anger, retorted, "You don't get to kill my people and just leave because you suddenly feel like it. I won't let you."Commander Slate, attempting reason, asserted, "I am giving you the opportunity to save what remains of your settlement. Being stubborn is unwise for a leader, Harold."Harold, eyes burning with defiance, replied, "A leader doesn't let scumbags like you push him around. Your advantage is gone, and we're not your hostages anymore. I've neutralized your snipers."Commander Slate, unfazed, cryptically revealed, "Did you honestly think I wouldn't account for something like this? I already have the exact coordinates of this location. I could blow it up with a warhead if I felt like it."Shocked, Harold exclaimed, "A warhead
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48. The Painful Truth
As Harold clung desperately to his long-lost daughter Sophia, the weight of their reunion weighed heavily upon his heart. Tears streamed down his weathered face as he uttered, "You have no idea how much I've missed you, my baby girl."Sophia, however, recoiled, "Let go of me," she demanded, her voice cutting through the air. Oblivious to her distress, Harold continued to embrace her, blinded by the overwhelming surge of emotion that engulfed him."I said, let go of me!" Sophia's second plea was more forceful, and this time, she pushed Harold away, breaking free from his grasp. Confusion etched Harold's face as he struggled to comprehend the sudden shift in Sophia's demeanor. "Sophia, what's wrong?" he implored, his eyes searching hers for answers.With a disdained look, Sophia replied with a touch of sarcasm, "What do you mean what's wrong? ".Harold replied,"I'm confused right now. It's been years since I lost you, and now that I've finally found you, you seem displeased and not happy
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47. The Dual Loyalties
Emily stood up and approached Commander Slate, tears streaming down her face. "I'm here now. There's no need to kill any more people. Let's go. You got what you wanted," she implored, her voice filled with both sadness and sorrow."Oh, Emilia - just how naive have you gotten? Has domestic life made you weak and sympathetic?" sneered Commander Slate as he leaned towards her, touching her shoulder. "There's no doubt that you're a valuable asset to my grand plan. But did you honestly think I'd come all the way out here in the outskirts of Johannesburg just for you?" he chuckled.Harold, unable to contain his anger, shouted, "What more do you want? You got your Emilia, now take her and leave us alone - go!"The settlers, having overheard the revelation, were plunged into a sea of emotions and disbelief.One of them exclaimed, "Emily was a spy? I can't believe it! All this time, we thought she was one of us!"Another settler, anger etched on their face, said, "Deceiving us like that... peo
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46. The Broken Ties
Harold stared at Commander Slate, disbelief etched across his face. "Why would I give my granddaughter to you?" he questioned, dismissing the absurdity of the claim.Commander Slate, unfazed, remarked, "Granddaughter? Oh, I see now - so that's the cover she decided to use. Very smart. She used your emotional turmoil to get that close to you - she's an excellent agent as ever."Harold scoffed, "What nonsense are you talking about? Emily is not your agent - she's my granddaughter, and your claim of her being a spy is absurd. Surely you don't expect me to believe that."Commander Slate persisted, "Yes, I do expect you to believe it - that is the truth, after all. I planted Emilia in your settlement to collect intel on you people."Harold burst into laughter. "First of all, her name is Emily, not Emilia. Secondly, what's this crap about her being your agent? You can't seriously expect me to believe that my granddaughter is a spy now, will you?"Harold remained steadfast, "If that's what b
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45. The Search: Part 6
As Noah and Jake sprinted through the area, anxiety hung heavy in the air. Jake's worry for Spencer and Esther was evident, his breaths heavy with concern. "I hope they're still okay," he muttered between gasps, desperation etched across his face.Noah, however, couldn't withhold his frustration. "We wouldn't have to hope for anything if you'd done your damn job as the leader," he accused, his voice sharp with resentment. The tension between the two intensified as they raced toward where they left Esther and Spencer.Noah uttered, "If you had let me put a bullet in him, we'd have one less problem to worry about.""I know, alright – I messed up. I let my emotions get the better of me, and I admit I was wrong," Jake confessed, attempting to appease Noah's frustration.But Noah was relentless. "So what if you admit it? Is that gonna fix anything? Is that gonna change the fact that James is gonna demonize and go after all of us – the entire settlement? Huh?" Noah's accusations cut through
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44. The Search: Part 5
As the ground shook beneath him, Spencer felt a deep sense of anxiety. The approaching thumps and steps hinted at an incoming danger that he couldn't escape. "Seems like my time is up," he muttered, releasing a heavy sigh. Holding two grenades, one in each hand. He bit down on the safety pins, pulling them out with a determined resolve.Sitting against the cold wall, Spencer uttered, "Now we wait for those hideous bastards to get close. I'll take down as many as I can to buy Esther some time to get away." The entrance crumbled as a horde of Nephilims, disfigured and ominous, entered in large numbers. Spencer watched them with a sad gaze as they ran inhumanely towards him in various shapes and sizes.As the Nephilims closed in, Spencer threw the grenades towards them. The air crackled with tension as the grenades made contact with one of the Nephilims. In an instant, an explosion erupted, sending shockwaves through the air. The blast wave pushed the Nephilims away, disintegrating their
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43. The Search: Part 4
Esther's fingers tightened around the worn handle of her army knife as she exchanged a glance with Spencer. The near-empty magazine was a stark reminder that bullets wouldn't save them this time. "We're going old school, huh?" she spoke, a mixture of determination and humor in her voice.Spencer mirrored her resolve, pulling out his own knife. "No better way to go out than swinging," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. The realization of their dire situation hung in the air."It's funny how the hunters quickly became the hunted," Esther mused, her eyes flickering with a mix of irony and acceptance. Spencer nodded, acknowledging the twist of fate that brought them to this moment. "Maybe it's karma for deciding to kill our own friend to save ourselves," he added, the weight of their past decisions lingering in the conversation.There was a brief pause, a shared understanding passing between them. Spencer took a breath, about to express something, "Hey, Esther..."She cut him off ge
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42. The Search: Part 3
Esther's fingers fumbled with the near-empty magazine, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. "Running low on ammo," she muttered, glancing over at Spencer, who shared a similar look.Spencer sighed, his eyes scanning the surroundings where the Nephilims had them cornered. "Looks like you and I are in a tight spot, my friend," he remarked, his tone tinged with a touch of dark humor that tried to mask the gravity of their situation.The building offered little support, its walls now serving as an cage with the relentless Nephilims closing in. Spencer's words hung in the air, acknowledging the shared predicament they found themselves in. "James's bad luck sure found its way to us," he added, an ironic smile playing on his lips.Esther couldn't help but crack a small smile, appreciating Spencer's attempt to lighten the tension. "Things were manageable when we had to fight one Nephilim. Now out of nowhere a bunch of them just spawned. How the hell are we supposed to deal with a
