And the world became a blur…(1)

I clasped the cold steel in my hands, leaving one finger to fall into place over the trigger. This is what all of that training was for right? All the arcade games that had zombies and creepy shit popping up out of the corners of the screen, this was the reality. It was me and a GLOCK, that’s all 16 in the magazine, another 2 clips on my belt, whoever the fuck is in this building isn’t going to be walking out...possibly limping, but no fucking walking. I shake my head a little trying to clear my sight, no use, tunnel vision has set in and the darkness isn’t helping much. Time to get out of this room, leave behind the torn bandages and pray that this flesh wound doesn’t somehow attract whatever the fuck has been chasing me for the past 32 hours. All I can tell you is this, my friends are gone, I’m accepting the fact that their all dead and after seeing Carl’s maimed remnants in this room I’m pretty sure no amount of tears or barfing up my BLT with mayo is gonna bring them back from the dead.
So I have to press forward, praying that something is gonna give and swing in my favor…heh prayer, funny word to say when just nine hours ago I wasn’t believing in a God or a Devil…things change when the Bible smacks you square in the face. Besides leaving a helluva fucking bruise it also enlightens you to the fact that this war that’s been going on for centuries down in the pits of hell and above on the hallowed grounds of heaven has finally spilled into our own backyard. We should’ve seen it coming, when we lost the cell phone signals we should’ve known something was up, but we ignored it, living in the Midwest you learn to ignore a lot of shit till you read about it or see in on CNN. When we finally did get to a paper about 30 hours ago it was being pulled from a dead man’s hands. I guess the headline was what forced me to reach down and pry it form his cold clammy grips. Its not often a highly respected news institution like the Chicago Tribune declares in bold print “ARMAGEDON!” it was hard to swallow at first, then we saw the destruction pictured on the pages. Right there in black and white was the body counts of hundreds of millions dead on the East Coast, whatever it was, or is, its moving across the country and spreading, killing everything in its path. So we holed up, thought maybe the military could stop it, we were wrong, everyone was so wrong. You can’t fight the Grim Reaper, we were so stupid. The first wave wasn’t even in a physical sense there, it was just a mist, what the fuck could fog do right? It ripped holes in the flesh of everyone it touched, never seeping through anything or moving with any intent, just clearing the path for whatever was behind it. Those with gas masks met the next wave. The humongous motherfuckers with picks and axes, blazing hellfire abound as they attempted to capture land, then they, just like us, holed up in several buildings and waited. So we waited too, but people and whatever the hell these things are, get hungry, God knows how many are in here with us, but whatever the count they began to pick us off one by one at around 1 am this morning. Since then we’ve been ducking and dodging them, the only glimpse you’d get of them is if you’re about to be killed by one. I can honestly say that I believe that these things are demons, unleashed for hell to take earth first, to fortify positions before Heaven could make the first move.
So here I am, a handgun, all I have is a handgun to defeat the forces of evil…if I could muster a sigh I would, but unfortunately I think my broken ribs won’t allow it. The wounds, the bones, it’ll all heal, or at least that’s what I was told. See being unconscious has its benefits, cause in truth that’s the only time that God can actually talk back to you. Yes I saw “The Man” and "He" to tell you the truth I wasn’t all that impressed. The white robes, the glowing lights, all of it was dimmed, He didn’t bullshit me any he got to the point, just the kinda God I want to deal with. He said something about this all being a mix up, that I was supposed to die with everyone else, that my being alive was some sort of a miracle he hasn’t seen in a long time. Apparently I outlived my expiration date and undid his will, lucky me, but God in all of his greatness is infallible and by that train of conscious I wasn’t really human after all. My lips made one of those smirks; ya know the “I am loving this shit” kinda one. God was basically telling me that since the devil’s boys screwed up they created something not even Lucifer himself could beat. You see there’s nothing ‘immortal’ on this earth, vampires can be killed, cut their head off bury it eight feet underground, werewolves, silver bullet, demons, stop the heart stop the demon, Highlanders, fucking cheap ass rip-offs, lop off their heads and game over man, game over, etcetera, basically you get the point. So in a sense the good ole Morningstar made me the only living creature that could punish his ass once and for all, kinda cool. Except one small dilemma, see apparently if I can’t die that means that the final battle for souls can never technically be won unless I give me soul to one side or the other, which I can’t do unless I’m at the end of “The Blade of the Savior”. So now I have a choice, either A) Hunt down the guy on either side with “The Blade” or B) kill all the fucking backwards ass demons on earth and restore the peace…hmm that’s a thinker isn’t it.
So I cock my GLOCK and poke my head out into the hallway…time to save the world…or end it, whichever one meets my fancy.