"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
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
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
The armoured car rumbled through the desolate landscape of Meredale. Its engine growling in sync with the urgency of the mission. Noah, glanced at the broken down cars and destroyed buildings as the car drove.In the tense atmosphere of the car, Noah turned to Esther, his curiosity evident in his gaze. "Meredale is a large area. How do you plan on finding James? He could have gone in any direction from the settlement?"Esther, without diverting her focus from the monitoring equipment, responded with a calm assurance, "When I first went to his shelter earlier today, I stuck a mini tracker behind his shoulder. It's protocol because we've had a few runners in the past. As long as he doesn't notice it, we should be able to track his movements."Jake, steering the car with a determined focus, nodded in approval. "You did good, Esther. Without that tracker, finding him in this wasteland would have been close to impossible. He's still in the first phase of demonization so his mind should be f
In the narrow alley, the tension thickened as Jake attempted to reason with James. His pleas fell on deaf ears as James, consumed by unseen forces, remained unresponsive."Noah, we can't give up on him. There's still a chance to bring him back," Jake urged, desperation evident in his voice.But Noah, frustrated by the lack of progress, intervened, "Bring him back and do what exactly? Change the location where he'll die? His fate was sealed the moment he began demonizing. That's enough talking, Jake. This isn't personal. It's about survival. Bye, James."Noah began to pull the trigger, determination etched on his face. However, in a split second, Jake, fueled by a surge of conflicted emotions, pushed Noah's hand, diverting the trajectory of the bullet. The shot grazed James, and a trickle of blood marked the impact. James remained unfazed."What the hell are you doing?" shouted Noah, surprised by Jake's unexpected interference."I'm sorry, Noah. He's my friend, I can't let you kill him
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
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
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