We parachuted
laughing into the mouth of Hell, the lads and me. Our aircraft banked over Megiddo plain and we saw
the Dragon crawling toward its foretold destination. The Beast's hosts swarmed
below, overrunning Rapture-thinned Christian strongholds and fortified kibbutzim
alike. The Damned lurched, moaning and feeding on anyone in their path while
radioactive ash from the last of Mankind’s wars darkened the land. The replacement
lieutenant, David something - James? Jones? - earned his pay and our gratitude with
a few words as he lowered the tailgate for the jump. 'Cheer up boys - what's the
worst that can happen?'
5 comments:
Uhm they could die ...but yes that's not bad at all LOL. Wonderfully described.
Totally fair! If you're already in Hell, why fear death? You'll just start back at the beginning of the journey anyway.
I really liked how you blended genre here. The radioactive ash bringing about biblical hell. Nicely done!
Eep!
Oh, my, this is a well-packed dense little fic. I like it!
A good moment of who wants to live forever.
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