seal as she opened the bottle. Lightning illuminated the entire store for a moment. She was shocked to see so many shelves completely emptied. Thunder followed, loud enough that it echoed in her chest. She took her first swig of Sprite. It was flat, and fairly disgusting, but as the liquid filled her stomach there was a satisfying sensation. She let out an, “Ahhhh,” as she set the half-emptied bottle down.
Her attention turned to the package of jerky. She ripped the bag open and took her first bite. The hard, savory meat instantly brought saliva to her mouth. She rationed out the food, eating half of it now. She pressed the seal on the wrapper shut and stashed the rest in her backpack. She had no idea when she would find food again, so she didn’t dare give into her instincts and eat it all. The Sprite she continued to sip on, savoring each drop of the liquid.
Lightning. Thunder.
She froze at the sound of an engine revving outside of the pharmacy. There was a light outside the glass doors and voices shouted back and forth. She cursed. She was in one of the most important resources on this side of the fence. If she were them, she would check the pharmacy despite the giant X. There was no point in being cautious when it came to having drugs to ward off disease.
“Stupid,” she whispered to herself.
She dropped low to the ground and scurried toward the broken door. She peered through the shattered window and saw a pickup truck. One man was driving while another was in the back and a third walked alongside the slow-moving vehicle. The driver hit the brakes and pointed in different directions, barking at the other two. She fell backward as his finger ultimately pointed and held at the pharmacy door.
Lightning. Thunder.
There was more hollering and she jumped at the sound of gunfire. She pulled herself back to the window to see one of the men waving a small gun in the air. There were only two of them now, the third one nowhere to be found. She yelped as a body fell from the sky, landing on the roof of the truck. The two men screamed to get out of there. The driver slammed the gas, but before the truck could move, another figure dropped out of the sky, landing in front of it.
It was the angel.
The angel grabbed onto the front of the truck and leaned in, digging its feet into the pavement. The vehicle slowly pushed the figure backward as the men continued yelling. The angel jumped onto the hood and grabbed the man in the back. Wings open, it launched itself into the air for a few feet. It came down hard on the pavement, crushing the man into the ground. As the angel’s feet touched the ground, it spun around, slinging the man back at the truck.
She gasped at the strength of it. She had seen augmented guys who didn’t have the same impact the winged figure did. The wings were magnificent, she thought. As the lightning cracked again, she was amazed at the wingspan of the figure. The bright white feathers attached to the back, just like the pictures she had seen in Sunday school. She could make out the face and realized the angel was a female. She had assumed because of the ferocity of its actions it was a man.
She crawled through the hole in the door so she could get a better view. The angel was running back toward the truck. She leapt, sending herself airborne, and sailed into the back of the pickup truck. The truck turned the corner and vanished.
She stepped out from under the awning, her backpack slung over her shoulder. She could feel the rain soaking through her clothes again.
She waited, letting minutes pass by. She couldn’t hear the truck over the sound of rain hitting the ground and waves of water gushing into the sewer grates. She didn’t know if she should run or wait for the angel to return. The decision was made for her as the figure lowered itself in front of her. The wings flapped hard, slowing the woman’s descent to the ground. She landed hard enough it put her down on one knee.
The angel
Her attention turned to the package of jerky. She ripped the bag open and took her first bite. The hard, savory meat instantly brought saliva to her mouth. She rationed out the food, eating half of it now. She pressed the seal on the wrapper shut and stashed the rest in her backpack. She had no idea when she would find food again, so she didn’t dare give into her instincts and eat it all. The Sprite she continued to sip on, savoring each drop of the liquid.
Lightning. Thunder.
She froze at the sound of an engine revving outside of the pharmacy. There was a light outside the glass doors and voices shouted back and forth. She cursed. She was in one of the most important resources on this side of the fence. If she were them, she would check the pharmacy despite the giant X. There was no point in being cautious when it came to having drugs to ward off disease.
“Stupid,” she whispered to herself.
She dropped low to the ground and scurried toward the broken door. She peered through the shattered window and saw a pickup truck. One man was driving while another was in the back and a third walked alongside the slow-moving vehicle. The driver hit the brakes and pointed in different directions, barking at the other two. She fell backward as his finger ultimately pointed and held at the pharmacy door.
Lightning. Thunder.
There was more hollering and she jumped at the sound of gunfire. She pulled herself back to the window to see one of the men waving a small gun in the air. There were only two of them now, the third one nowhere to be found. She yelped as a body fell from the sky, landing on the roof of the truck. The two men screamed to get out of there. The driver slammed the gas, but before the truck could move, another figure dropped out of the sky, landing in front of it.
It was the angel.
The angel grabbed onto the front of the truck and leaned in, digging its feet into the pavement. The vehicle slowly pushed the figure backward as the men continued yelling. The angel jumped onto the hood and grabbed the man in the back. Wings open, it launched itself into the air for a few feet. It came down hard on the pavement, crushing the man into the ground. As the angel’s feet touched the ground, it spun around, slinging the man back at the truck.
She gasped at the strength of it. She had seen augmented guys who didn’t have the same impact the winged figure did. The wings were magnificent, she thought. As the lightning cracked again, she was amazed at the wingspan of the figure. The bright white feathers attached to the back, just like the pictures she had seen in Sunday school. She could make out the face and realized the angel was a female. She had assumed because of the ferocity of its actions it was a man.
She crawled through the hole in the door so she could get a better view. The angel was running back toward the truck. She leapt, sending herself airborne, and sailed into the back of the pickup truck. The truck turned the corner and vanished.
She stepped out from under the awning, her backpack slung over her shoulder. She could feel the rain soaking through her clothes again.
She waited, letting minutes pass by. She couldn’t hear the truck over the sound of rain hitting the ground and waves of water gushing into the sewer grates. She didn’t know if she should run or wait for the angel to return. The decision was made for her as the figure lowered itself in front of her. The wings flapped hard, slowing the woman’s descent to the ground. She landed hard enough it put her down on one knee.
The angel
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