Surviving Armageddon

"So, down the great dragon was hurled, the original serpent, the one called Devil and Satan, who is misleading the entire inhabited earth; he was hurled down to the earth, and his angels were hurled down with him."-Revelation 12:9The world crumbled like ancient biblical prophecies foretold, and the remnants of humanity found themselves trapped in a relentless struggle for survival. [In a Car on the Road]"It was all so sudden. Just another day. None of us could have anticipated it happening, yet it did. They came and took everything away from us. They take. Yes, that's what they do. Destroy all that we cherish and hold dear," Norah's thoughts echoed as she leaned against the window, drowning herself in Beethoven's symphony."Sis - sis - sis," Noah's voice cut through the music."What do you want?" Norah replied in an unmotivated tone."You good?" Noah's gracious smile sought reassurance. Norah removed her headphones, "I was... till you decided to disturb my peaceful music.""You've

The phenomenon of demonization is far from ordinary. Amidst the countless attempts to mutate and transform, millions end in failure. These failures are remnants of shattered dreams and fragmented desires. The creatures that result are known as Nephilims. They are human forms, twisted and turned into a horrifying patchwork of flesh. Limbs elongate into appendages to form a fusion of grotesque features. Their behavior is hauntingly tragic, driven by a fractured sense of purpose. Aimlessly, they roam, seeking the remnants of their unfulfilled desires. Their movements are erratic, staggering towards the places they once longed for, drawn by an instinctual need to guard what they can no longer possess. Yet, despite their twisted appearances, a sense of humanity lingers. Haunting cries echo from their throats, remnants of the desires they once held dear. Their actions are fueled by a twisted understanding, attempting to protect their shattered desires, often resorting to pitiful attempts

Caught off guard by the sudden appearance of strangers and their guns aimed at them, Noah and Norah exchanged uneasy glances. These rough-looking individuals seemed weathered by the chaotic world they inhabited, their expressions hinting at suspicion."What do you want?" Norah asked, striving to maintain composure despite the creeping nerves.Stepping forward, the group's leader, a burly man with a grizzled beard and a hardened gaze exuded authority as he scrutinized Noah and Norah."We're not here to harm you, but you've stumbled into our territory," he stated firmly, his eyes fixed on the siblings. "You've killed one of our guards, and that's a problem.""Guards? What's this old man talking about? There weren't any humans when we got here. I don't have all the facts yet, but I have to play it safe or it's game over for us," thought Norah, swiftly assessing the situation."We didn't mean to intrude. We were just scavenging for supplies," Noah explained, attempting to ease the tension

The morning light seeped through the shelter's cracks, signaling the start of a new day within the settlement. Noah and Norah sat facing each other, discussing their situation in hushed tones."I think we need roles here, something that'll ease the tension they have towards us," Norah suggested, contemplating their predicament.Noah nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we should show them we're here to contribute, not just take shelter.""I reckon we should start by talking to Emily. She's easier to approach than the others," Norah suggested, noticing the unease in Noah's eyes.When they arrived at Emily's designated area, she greeted them warmly. "Hey there, how're you both finding your stay here?" Emily asked, concern evident in her voice."Morning, Emily. We're getting used to it, I guess," Norah replied with a faint smile.Noah chimed in, "Yeah, it's alright. Thanks for asking.""How about you, Emily? How's everything been?" Norah asked, shifting the focus away from themselves."It's been

As the scouts returned triumphantly to the settlement, the air was electric with a sense of accomplishment. The acquired vehicles gleamed in the sunlight, signaling newfound hope and resources for the sanctuary. The settlers, curious about the commotion, poured out of their shelters, drawn by the honking cars and the vibrant atmosphere.The crowds formed, buzzing with excitement and congratulations for the scouts who had brought back such valuable assets. Harold, the settlement's leader, emerged last, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of the acquired vehicles. His joy was palpable, his face lit up with a radiant smile as he realized the unexpected fortune the scouts had procured.The scouts, beaming with pride and swagger, turned off the engines and stepped out of the cars, their expressions a mix of triumph and confidence. Amidst the celebration, Noah stood aside, his demeanor distant and observant, a stark contrast to the happiness around him. Norah, noticing her brother's