All I can do it cover my ears and try to block out the screams of mothers and children as I peer into the darkness.įlames climb up the black-and-red banners, illuminating a wasteland before me. Smoke and screams and chaos fill the air as I scurry to the floor beneath my table, backing all the way up to the wall and hugging my knees to my chest. Suddenly, the banners, the ad campaign-it all makes sense. Wind whips through the small restaurant like a tornado, sending drinks crashing and people scrambling, as four hooded figures on giant smoke-breathing horses charge in. What the hell is going to happen on April twen¬¬¬¬-īefore I can finish my thought, the lights flicker off and the doors burst open. And, on every wrapper, every poster, every napkin, straw, and ketchup packet, there's the same date.Īpril 23? I rack my brain. A little girl licks blood-red ice cream out of a cracked black cone. A little boy carries a Big Kid Box to his seat with an image of the Grim Reaper guy on it. I look around the restaurant for more clues, but all I find are happy little families sucking soda out of red cups with hooded horsemen on them. The only text I see on them anywhere is a simple date in bold white font at the top of each one. This is a fucked up marketing campaign, I think, searching the terrifying banners for more information. Even though I can't see their faces, I almost feel like their demonic eyes are staring right at me. One is swinging a mace, and the fourth one is charging forward with a flaming torch. Another one has a scythe, like the Grim Reaper. One is holding a massive sword over his head. Each one is bright red with the silhouette of a hooded figure on horseback in the middle. Only, instead of showing pretty models eating airbrushed cheeseburgers, these things look like propaganda for the Antichrist. They're huge, hanging from the ceiling all the way down to the floor. I glance across the bustling fast-food restaurant at the giant digital menu on the wall and notice four banners hanging on either side of the checkout counter. The place smells like classic greasy burgers and fries. I don't remember how I got here, or when, but the empty seat across from me tells me that I came alone. Why should the end of the world be any different? All he needs are some basic supplies, shelter, and a sucker willing to help him out, which is exactly what he finds when he returns to his hometown of Franklin Springs.As society crumbles, dangers mount, and secrets refuse to stay buried, two lost souls are thrust together in a twist of fate-one who will do anything to survive and one w Self-defense.”Wes Parker has survived every horrible thing this life has thrown at him with nothing more than his resourcefulness and disarming good looks. ![]() If she can just outrun her pain until April 23, she’ll never have to feel it at all.“Supplies. ![]() People like Rainbow Williams.Rain isn’t afraid of dying. Praying for Rain_“None of this matters, and we’re all going to die.”With only three days left until the predicted apocalypse, the small town of Franklin Springs, Georgia, has become a wasteland of abandoned cars, abandoned homes, abandoned businesses, and abandoned people.
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