Thursday, 4 September 2014

A sense of proportion

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:

Nadine Maritz said...

Uhm they could die ...but yes that's not bad at all LOL. Wonderfully described.

John Wiswell said...

Totally fair! If you're already in Hell, why fear death? You'll just start back at the beginning of the journey anyway.

ganymeder said...

I really liked how you blended genre here. The radioactive ash bringing about biblical hell. Nicely done!

aldersgrove said...

Eep!

Oh, my, this is a well-packed dense little fic. I like it!

Jon Jefferson said...

A good moment of who wants to live forever.