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The Risen

Allan Onik

    Romero drove the van on the city streets. All the streetlights were out, only his headlights created a dim glow on the wet pavement.
    “Why do you think God would bring them back?” Ada asked him. She held a Kuda submachine gun and wore a red dress.
    “I came to thinking that...that He must exist, for this to happen. Both Him and Dark One—positively. Have you ever read The First Epistle of John in The Bible? 4:8 says: There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear; because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. What do you think would bring The Creator to bring his children so much carnage? What does this passage tell you about the roots of our vice? What is it?”
    “Fear,” Ada said.
    “Yes,” he responded, “It is fear that brings us further from Him. From the Light to the Dark. From the Love to Despair—and Death.”
    Romero pulled the van over in the dark. He sprang out the door and pulled his crossbow off of his back. A hoard of zombies approached them from an alley. He shot three successive arrows, all headshots. The dead fell. Ada stood next to him and took down a few with her Kuda.
    “Do you really think this will work?” she asked.
    “Does it really matter at this point?” He parried, “The Creator left us long ago.” More arrows were shot followed by falling rotten bodies.
    “You think we’re alone?” she asked.
    “Well...not entirely.”
    They entered the scouted building and ascended the staircase. When they reached the penthouse the mini nuke was cleanly wired on the kitchen table.
    “Just as the New Devil Guard informed me. Its ready.”
    “Let’s go to Hell, and take the scum with us,” Ada walked up to the bomb and pressed it’s red button.

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