The Great Objective (2)

Author:
the_zombie_furnace

…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.

 

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