I walked wearily down the street with my back-pack firmly in my grip. All I could hear was the shuffling of feet behind the darkest shadows in which not even a silhouette could be made out. It was getting dark out, but the monsters couldn’t get me anymore. Not now. I was no longer afraid. I had felt the Hand of God. He had slapped me right across the face, had marked me for death. A death any of those feigning life were not worthy of dealing. I knew from the moment that God revealed his unparalleled disdain for me that I was meant for bigger things. I wasn’t sorry for what I had done. He put this on us, even on those that had worshipped in his home for years. “The Great Purge was meant for all”, as the man with no god said, and he was right. Those who survived had come to depend on him, for in the end, it was he who had become the most religious. Those who had preached their own faith before had abandoned their hope, but the man with no god seized the opportunity to gain influence. It was his church of rationality that reigned supreme ultimately. Supreme, that is, as God had allowed him to become. For God was angry, angry at all of us, and allowed his anger to stew as more and more joined the Atheist man, and more and more left his side. He locked the gates to heaven and opened the gates of hell. He watched blindly in his rage as the dead rose and consumed all life on the big rock. He watched as I did what I had done, and accepted it with a greater anger than he had done with most others. He temporarily abandoned his passive genocide to slap me in the face. And as the skin of the right side of my face peeled away, I smiled. I smiled because I knew I was special, I knew that I had done something significant. I was more important than those whose life was suffice to be taken by those whose had already left them. I smiled and then I began my journey down this narrow, cluttered street to my ultimate objective…
…Annihilation. It was on the tip of everyone’s tongue. They were just too afraid for themselves to speak it. The communication, however, was still executed in perfect transition. Through the hints in their choice of words and in their voices, through their unmistakable body language, through their undeniable lack of care for anybody outside their own people, through their unfaltering nonchalance. And yet, despite all of their recognition of impending and rapid destruction, they did little to strengthen themselves as a whole, as one cohesive unit. There was no more community, no more unity between neighbors, and that is why the purge was so deadly. God gave these people a problem, gave them a choice, a possible solution. But they chose to let themselves fall apart, they let God down. After this point had been reached, God spoke to me through his hand. Once the message was received, I set my course into action. It was instantaneous: I was slapped by the hand of God, survived, realized my purpose, and walked closer and closer to it down this road towards the end. I had to make the journey to the last standing city, and I had to burn it to the ground. This was my great objective, and I aimed to achieve it.
As I took my first few steps on the cracked and crumbled pavement, I was noticed. It was inevitable, so many of the monsters there and me being right out in the open. In unison, they let out a loud moan and closed in on me. I laughed, and kept walking, for I had been touched by God, and I had survived. Half of my face was gone, and yet I felt no pain. I felt calm, I felt peaceful, I was ready. The zombified corpses, not able to comprehend the sheer power that had been thrust upone me , simply kept advancing upon me, slowly but steadily. With each sluggish and uncoordinated shuffle, I focused my mind on will power and confidence. As the closest foul, reeking corpse reached out to grab hold of me, the ground shook. A large building directly behind me exploded with the direct hit of an artillery shell, creaked and crumbled, and caved in, filling the street with debris. All of the zombies directly behind me did nothing to escape and were engulfed by the rubble. There were few left in front of me. I easily strode past them and continued relatively alone for a short amount of time. I had a long distance to travel before I reached the city’s gates.