Chapter 4

“God has never forsaken man, he simply chooses to ignore him.”

What was it? What had happened? What was going on? Simple.

It was Hell unleashed.

Trek dropped the sport bag and bent double and coughed. Hacking his lungs out. After nearly being strangled, running full speed through smoke was not the best thing for his health.  Vomiting. Eyes watering. The world a blur. He could hardly make out anything.  A shadow of noticeable sped away in his peripheral vision. People? Were those people that he saw? Running. In groups. With their arms flailing. Aside from a shape, Trek saw nothing human about these distorted silhouettes of men.

Then it hit. Hit with such a fury of the gods that Trek could not help but attempt to shield his ears.  The sounds of a city in ruin; human beings, screaming from pain and fear. He finally cleared his eyes, but they were blinded again. Not with smoke, but with the scenes of chaos that they had begun absorbing. Visualization and acoustics storing into sensory, short-term, and long-term memories. Scarring the foundations of Trek’s mind. Images of campaigns past flooding his mind. He knew this smell. It was death. The loss of lives. Humans dying at the hands of other humans. Trek’s mind was tearing itself apart. Then he felt something make contact with the back of his head. He had been bludgeoned. And Trek fell forward onto his face for a second time. He could feel warm blood trickling down his hair, continuing along his neck, and finally onto the concrete sidewalk. Small drips. A puddle would soon gather. Pain. Fear. Death. Destruction. Pain. Death. Blurring. Fear. Darkness.

With the darkness came peace.


“God sees all and knows all, but never intervenes.”