HELL IS REIGNING DOWN FROM ABOVE
“Hail is raining down from the sky!
Hell is reigning down from above!”
Linda races through the pummeled streets,
Dodging pieces of roof tops.
“How could this be happening?
The sun was out moments ago.
I smell fire.
My skin is burning hot.”
Her feet slow to a stop.
Linda lifts her head to the black sky.
Flames are shooting from the church.
Red hot flames with swirls of yellow and orange.
Cries of horror float in the air around her.
Shrieks and moans are lifted in the rising winds.
She turns around in a circle,
Desperate to locate the source.
“It’s coming from the Town Hall!”
I knew it!
Everybody has to be there.
Please god let them be there.“
The cries rise in intensity
With each footstep.
The front doors are open.
Darkness beckons from within.
The sight inside knocks the breath from her lungs.
Flying creatures are circling her friends.
Creatures with furry bodies and human faces.
One swoops down and lifts her friend up to the ceiling.
“The Dead are here.
What should I do?
Wait! Father John is chanting.
Will he be able to save us?”
THE DEAD GAME