Jonah stood over the pile of ash. He did not breathe hard. He did not sweat. His silver eyes were perfectly calm. He turned his head slowly. He looked at Prophet Cain.Prophet Cain was pressed flat against the back brick wall of the church. The giant, mutated cult leader was shaking so violently that the black spikes on his spine rattled against the bricks. Clack-clack-clack.Cain’s glowing yellow eyes were wide with absolute, mind-breaking terror. He had just watched his god be dismantled by a man's bare hands. Everything he believed in, everything he had preached to the world, was a complete and total lie.The virus was not the strongest thing in the world. Human love was.Jonah began to walk toward Cain. His heavy boots hit the stone. The silver light pushed the dark shadows into the corners of the room."No," Cain whimpered. His beautiful, hypnotic voice was completely gone. He sounded like a terrified, crying child. "Please. Stay away from me."Jonah did not stop. He walked righ

The signal traveled through the dark sky. It did not have a body. It did not have a shape. It was just an invisible wave of energy flying through the cold, gray ash.Prophet Cain had wanted the whole world to watch the giant die. Cain had taken thick, black cables and connected his heavy television cameras directly to the corrupted code of the Dead Zone. He had boosted the signal using the sick, yellow fog. He wanted the broadcast to push through the static. He wanted it to reach every single hidden survivor camp on the planet.But Prophet Cain had made a massive mistake.When Jonah’s fist hit the giant black core under the earth, he cracked the void. He released a massive shockwave of chaotic energy. That energy hit the invisible radio waves in the sky.The System of the world was broken. The normal rules were deleted. The communication networks were glitching violently.Because of this massive System anomaly, the broadcast did not just reach a few hidden camps in the mountains.The

In London, England. The rain fell in thick, heavy sheets. It turned the gray ash on the ground into a deep, freezing, sticky mud. The ruins of an old, ancient stone castle sat on a high hill.Inside the castle walls, a small group of fifty survivors was fighting a losing battle.They were exhausted. They were covered in mud and blood. They leaned against the heavy wooden doors of the castle courtyard.Outside, hundreds of wild zombies were slamming against the wood. BANG! BANG! BANG! The doors were splintering. The heavy iron hinges were breaking.An old man named Arthur sat in the mud. He held an empty hunting rifle.Arthur looked at his people. They were mostly teenagers and tired mothers. They had fought for three days without sleep. They had no bullets left. They had no food."It's over," Arthur wept. He looked at a small, dirty photograph of his dead wife. He kissed the picture. "I am sorry, my love. I cannot protect them anymore."A young boy with a bloody bandage on his arm dro

The crowd erupted into cheers. People hugged each other. They cried. They clapped their dirty hands. But Jonah only had eyes for one person.From behind the lead truck, a young giant limped forward.Kevin’s arm was tied tightly to his chest in a bloody sling. His face was covered in soot and sweat. His one good eye was wide, staring at the man walking toward him."Dad," Kevin breathed.Kevin did not care about his broken ribs. He did not care about his dislocated shoulder. He ran. He ran as fast as his tired legs could carry him.Jonah dropped to one knee on the hard asphalt. He opened his massive, scarred arms wide.Kevin crashed into his father. THUD.Jonah caught him. He wrapped his thick arms around his son, burying his face in Kevin’s dusty shoulder."I am here, Kevin," Jonah whispered, crying openly. "I am right here.""You did it," Kevin sobbed, holding his father tight with his good arm. "You burned it all down. You came back.""I promised I would," Jonah said. He kissed the s

The sound of hammers hitting wood echoed across the mountain. Bang. Bang. Bang. It was a good sound. It was the sound of life. It was the sound of rebuilding.Inside the Sanctuary of the First Seed, the fifty survivors were working hard. The suicide bombers of Prophet Cain had destroyed the main wooden gate. The camp had been broken and bleeding. But now, the people were fixing their home.They worked together. They carried heavy logs from the forest. They tied thick ropes around the wood to make a new, stronger wall.Jonah stood near the front of the camp. He did not need a hammer. He used his giant hands. He lifted a massive, heavy tree trunk off the dirt. The thick, dark iron scars on his arms and chest flexed, but they did not glow. He was just using his raw, human strength.He lifted the heavy tree trunk and set it perfectly into a deep hole in the ground."Good job, giant," Old Marcus said. The old man was packing wet dirt around the base of the log with a shovel. Marcus wipe