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kitchen. He
scanned the room for something specific. Then he noticed the set of knives in
the corner of the kitchen. Quickly, he walked to the knives and pulled the
biggest one out of its holder and headed back to the bedroom. As he approached
the woman he kept thinking to himself, “I need to get this thing to shut up.”
Lord Dameon slowly
walked to her and whispered in a soft voice, “There, there, it is better this
way. Once the filth of this world has been cleansed, we can build a better
world.” With one swift stroke, he plunged the knife deep into her chest. She
gasped for air frantically until blood spilled out of her mouth. It was only a
matter of seconds till the twitching stopped.
After the task was
complete, he walked outside. The sun felt warm on his face, and he peered down
the nearby streets. There were bodies lying everywhere, and gunshots filled the
air. He could hear screams of his brothers and the unclean all around him. A
couple of men and a woman trudged up the street towards him, completely covered
in blood.
All three people stopped
in front of the old white church. He noticed their yellow eyes and said,
“Welcome brothers and sister. Let us go and gather the rest of our brethren and
purge any uncleanness we find, and we will build a new world from the ashes of
this abomination.” They did not reply but followed Lord Dameon.
Together, they
started wandering the streets. Every cleansed person they encountered joined
their group.
As they approached
the end of a street, a woman ran out from behind a large bush and straight into
Lord Dameon’s arms.
“Bless you, Pastor
Dameon! I knew that someone would send help for me.” But as she examined him, she
noticed his eyes.
He grabbed her and
embraced her tightly. “Now, now… it is better this way,” he whispered as he snapped
her neck. She fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Soon their group grew
close to a hundred. Lord Dameon led them all back to the church. Once there, he
gave orders for his brothers to continue scouting out the surrounding area,
gathering any of their brothers and sisters they found, and disposing of all
others. He ordered the women and children to start cleaning up the bodies and
gathering provisions from every house and store. They were to bring them to the
church because it was where he would start to rebuild San Clemente and their
new world.
Lord Dameon knew
instinctively that everyone would follow his orders. He could sense they all
accepted him as their leader. To him and them, the world was now in perfect
harmony.
Day 4: Blake
It was no small
feat to separate nearly 100,000 Marines. Even more difficult was finding places
to detain 50,000 Marines. But after a couple of hours, the job was finished.
The detained Marines were separated into four groups of over 10,000 each. Each
of the areas they were assigned to had once been set up as a detention center
to house enemy combatants in case a hostile country tried to invade North
America. Each detention area had a ten-foot tall fence with razor wire on the
top and was the size of two football fields. There were only two gates in and out,
and there were a few small tents in the center surrounded by portable latrines.
In the last decade it had mainly been used to store equipment.
Blake had been
assigned a company of 200 soldiers to guard the west detention center. He
positioned a third of soldiers to guard the north gate and another to the south,
with the rest patrolling the perimeter. Each soldier was carrying an M-16 and a
sidearm. There were also two Hummers with fifty-caliber machine guns parked at
each gate. They all had orders to shoot to kill anyone that tried to escape.
Blake slowly paced
the perimeter, making sure that every soldier knew what his job was. As he
walked the perimeter he wondered if he really could give the orders to shoot
and kill so many of his friends and fellow soldiers. As Blake rounded the final
corner, he noticed Stetson leaning
scanned the room for something specific. Then he noticed the set of knives in
the corner of the kitchen. Quickly, he walked to the knives and pulled the
biggest one out of its holder and headed back to the bedroom. As he approached
the woman he kept thinking to himself, “I need to get this thing to shut up.”
Lord Dameon slowly
walked to her and whispered in a soft voice, “There, there, it is better this
way. Once the filth of this world has been cleansed, we can build a better
world.” With one swift stroke, he plunged the knife deep into her chest. She
gasped for air frantically until blood spilled out of her mouth. It was only a
matter of seconds till the twitching stopped.
After the task was
complete, he walked outside. The sun felt warm on his face, and he peered down
the nearby streets. There were bodies lying everywhere, and gunshots filled the
air. He could hear screams of his brothers and the unclean all around him. A
couple of men and a woman trudged up the street towards him, completely covered
in blood.
All three people stopped
in front of the old white church. He noticed their yellow eyes and said,
“Welcome brothers and sister. Let us go and gather the rest of our brethren and
purge any uncleanness we find, and we will build a new world from the ashes of
this abomination.” They did not reply but followed Lord Dameon.
Together, they
started wandering the streets. Every cleansed person they encountered joined
their group.
As they approached
the end of a street, a woman ran out from behind a large bush and straight into
Lord Dameon’s arms.
“Bless you, Pastor
Dameon! I knew that someone would send help for me.” But as she examined him, she
noticed his eyes.
He grabbed her and
embraced her tightly. “Now, now… it is better this way,” he whispered as he snapped
her neck. She fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Soon their group grew
close to a hundred. Lord Dameon led them all back to the church. Once there, he
gave orders for his brothers to continue scouting out the surrounding area,
gathering any of their brothers and sisters they found, and disposing of all
others. He ordered the women and children to start cleaning up the bodies and
gathering provisions from every house and store. They were to bring them to the
church because it was where he would start to rebuild San Clemente and their
new world.
Lord Dameon knew
instinctively that everyone would follow his orders. He could sense they all
accepted him as their leader. To him and them, the world was now in perfect
harmony.
Day 4: Blake
It was no small
feat to separate nearly 100,000 Marines. Even more difficult was finding places
to detain 50,000 Marines. But after a couple of hours, the job was finished.
The detained Marines were separated into four groups of over 10,000 each. Each
of the areas they were assigned to had once been set up as a detention center
to house enemy combatants in case a hostile country tried to invade North
America. Each detention area had a ten-foot tall fence with razor wire on the
top and was the size of two football fields. There were only two gates in and out,
and there were a few small tents in the center surrounded by portable latrines.
In the last decade it had mainly been used to store equipment.
Blake had been
assigned a company of 200 soldiers to guard the west detention center. He
positioned a third of soldiers to guard the north gate and another to the south,
with the rest patrolling the perimeter. Each soldier was carrying an M-16 and a
sidearm. There were also two Hummers with fifty-caliber machine guns parked at
each gate. They all had orders to shoot to kill anyone that tried to escape.
Blake slowly paced
the perimeter, making sure that every soldier knew what his job was. As he
walked the perimeter he wondered if he really could give the orders to shoot
and kill so many of his friends and fellow soldiers. As Blake rounded the final
corner, he noticed Stetson leaning
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