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Chapter Three
As Christina stand infront of her TV she can only shake. She walks over to Joe and looks him in the eye. "We need to get out of here Joe."
Joe is sitting on his bed quaking. His heart struggles to force another beat. It tries hard but there is only so fast a heart can pump before each layer of tissue disinergrates and it explodes flinging blood in every direction. He slowly stands up as his legs wobble. "It-it's the apacolypse man. We are ******* screwed and I didn't even go to church or anything. ****!"
Christina runs over to the phone. "I'm getting us a bus ride to Santa Maria, California. It'll be a twoday drive but allegedly it is the only safe haven besides vatican city in all of the world. What the **** is going on though. I figured world war three would be like the apacolypse but a freakin saturday evening at 6 in the ******* morning?"
"Man...x we really need to get outa here quick. I just don't feel right here."
Mark began to quake and walked over to the window. "Okay I got booked we are leaving in 3 hours. We got the last two tickets."
Christina changes the channel. "Well Ray, it seems as though, while people are scared they aren't taking this whole angel slash demon situation as seriously as you'd think. Some say its the apacolypse some say its just a freak disease. In fact the majority of the U.S. 85 percent say it is not religiously related."
My wings have fully grown. *** has not answered my questions. I sit here laying on the floor. I am covered in fecal matter and blood. My vomit sways around my eyes and nose and all I can do is cry. I feel the blood pour out of my nose. I just recite the lord prayer in murmurs. My whole body is sore and I am afraid to even swallow in dreadful hopes that I just may break. But essentially if I am to break by swallowing then I am a fool for not. I rather be dead then to bear this pain I feel any longer than I do. But as I lay here I see something. My vision slowly blurs and a...a person stands infront of me. He whispers me to me in a foriegn language and I understand it. But I cannot comprehend. I know he is talking to me in Latin, but I don't understand what he means when he says "Protect them." He repeats it. "Protect them." I moan. And he seems to understand. He turns me over so that I lay on my back. I shiver as my cold puke rubs against the beck of my neck. My face is white. I know it is. He pulls out a dagger. It looks pretty. I want to touch it. To hold it and feel its texture. I look at his face but cannot see it. I know he is there but cannot see him. He forces the dagger into my heart but I am not scared. I am happy. It is as though he forces a new jolt of life into me. My eyes open. And I slowly stand up. At first my body movements are not familiar and I feel as though I am diffrent. I take a deep breath and I can somewhat feel him smiling over me.
Shani walks over to the bus. Behind her is a girl named Melinda. She does not know Melinda but she knows that the girl looks strange. She is extremlely white and has a dazed look. All Shani really cares about is getting to Santa Maria. Away from here. Not for the sake of this whole "Holy Outbreak" bullshit but to get some quiet. All this insanity just becuase people are growing weird. The funny thing is that all the outbreaks happen in selective areas. Near each other. And to top it off they lived fairly close to nuclear power plants! Who ever thinks this is some kind of "*** Stricken" event is a totaly ******. All the scientific evidence points against it. She totaly thinks this whole event is quite akward and freaky but possibly it could be some sort of contagious disease or something.