The heavy, rusted logging trucks roared down the dark, broken highway. VROOOOOOM!Thick black smoke poured out of the tall exhaust pipes. The massive rubber tires crushed the loose rocks on the road. The bright yellow headlights cut through the falling gray ash like sharp swords of light.Kevin sat in the driver’s seat of the lead truck. His good hand gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned completely white. His broken shoulder burned with terrible pain, but he did not care. He pressed his heavy boot down on the gas pedal. He pushed the pedal all the way to the floor.Elena drove the second truck. Old man Marcus drove the third. In the back of the trucks, fifty brave survivors held their weapons. They held rusty iron pipes, heavy shotguns, and glass bottles filled with gasoline and fire. They were terrified. Their hearts hammered in their chests. But they did not hide. And standing in the back of the lead truck, holding onto the heavy steel roll-bar, was Jonah.Jona

Kevin watched from behind the safety of the truck. His heart leaped into his throat. "Dad, watch out!" Kevin screamed.Jonah stopped walking. He stood in the middle of the road. He looked at the three rushing mountains of concrete and metal. He did not feel fear. He felt the cold, calculating power of the System.The first Siege Zombie reached him. It swung its massive, spiked metal ball. The weapon weighed five hundred pounds. It sailed through the air, aiming directly to crush Jonah’s entire body into paste.Jonah did not dodge. He raised his right hand. He caught the massive, spiked metal ball in the air.CLANG! The impact was deafening. The sheer force of the blow pushed Jonah’s heavy boots two inches deep into the solid asphalt road. But Jonah did not bend. His arm did not break.The silver light in his eyes flared brightly. Jonah pulled on the heavy chain attached to the spiked ball. He used the monster's own momentum against it.With a furious, rumbling growl, Jonah yanked the

Jonah did not walk slowly. With every step he took, the massive amount of stored energy inside him made him walk faster. He was walking through a literal wall of destruction, and it was only making him stronger."RELOAD!" Prophet Cain roared. The giant monster swung his bone scythes angrily. "SHOOT HIM AGAIN! DO NOT LET HIM WALK!"The terrified cultists on the ground raised their normal automatic rifles. Their hands shook violently. They aimed at the glowing, silver-eyed giant.BANG! BANG! BANG!Thousands of normal bullets flew at Jonah. They hit his chest. They hit his face.Flash! Flash! Flash!Every time a bullet hit him, a tiny burst of freezing silver light exploded on his skin. The bullets flattened and dropped. The kinetic energy poured into his veins.Jonah did not even slow down to brace himself. He walked right through the storm of lead. He was a man walking through fire, and the fire was only making him hotter.Thousands of miles away, in a dark, hidden basement.A group of

Cain coughed, spitting black slime onto the ground."You broke my gates," Cain laughed softly. "You punched me out of the sky. You think you are strong. You think you are a god."Cain pointed a long, jagged bone claw at the children standing in front of him."But I know your weakness, Jonah," Cain preached. His voice dripped with evil pleasure. "I know the sins of the father. You care too much. You love too much. You want to save the world, but you refuse to do what is necessary."Jonah stared at the children. He saw a little boy who looked exactly like Kevin used to look when he was eight years old."To reach me," Cain commanded over the speakers, "you must walk through them. You must kill my holy children. You must murder the innocent to get to the guilty."Cain’s yellow spotlight eyes burned with wicked joy."If you do not kill them," Cain whispered into the microphone, "they will shoot you. They will stab you. And then, my beautiful Martyrs will run forward and blow you into a mil

Jonah walked up the wide stone steps. His heavy boots hit the rocks. Clang. Clang. Clang.The sound echoed loudly in the dark, empty night. Behind him, the dirt courtyard was perfectly still. The fifty suicide bombers sat on the ground. The hundred children knelt in the gray ash, safe and unharmed. They all watched the giant man walk toward the dark doors of the church.Jonah did not look back. He kept his glowing, silver eyes focused straight ahead. He reached the top of the stairs. He stood in front of the massive, open doors of the Church of the End.Inside, it was completely pitch black. The shadows were thick and heavy. It smelled like old blood, burning wax, and sick, dark yellow fog.Jonah stepped inside. He crossed the threshold. He left the cold wind behind.The inner sanctum of the church was huge. It was a massive, open room with a high ceiling. The beautiful wooden benches had been ripped out of the floor and pushed against the walls.In the center of the room, there was