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sideways.
‘Yeah, but I bet you haven’t got the balls to say it again.’
    ‘Do you believe in God?’ I asked.
    Confusion registered in his expression. ‘What the fuck are you talking
about?’
    ‘It’s a simple question.’
    ‘What are you, some crazy Jesus crusaders out here to save our souls?’
    ‘You could say that,’ I replied. ‘You still haven’t answered my
question.’
    ‘No, I don’t believe in no God.’
    The gunshot ripped through the stillness of the parking lot. Blood trickled
from the wound in his forehead, his eyes crossing as he looked upwards.
    He crumpled to the ground with a dull thud and I pointed the smoking
barrel at the two other teens standing before the broken window.
    ‘How about you? Do you believe in God?’
    ‘You killed Kenny,’ stated the Asian kid with the sound system in his
arms, looking at his buddy’s body.
    ‘I’m surprised no one’s done it before,’ I replied coldly. ‘Now, answer
the fucking question.’
    The teen who’d been helping to carry the television nodded, his white
blonde hair crew cut and a peach fuzz moustache on his youthful face. ‘Yeah, I
believe,’ he replied, shifting on his feet and looking as if his blue jacket
was making him itch.
    I looked back to the kid with the sound system, pointing my gun at him
and my brow furrowing slightly as I noticed the distinct similarity between him
and the teen in the car. ‘And you?’
    He glanced down at the body before him and then nodded.
    ‘You in the car,’ I said over my shoulder without turning my gaze from
the pair before me. ‘Do you believe in God?’
    ‘Yeah,’ he replied simply, his voice subdued.
    I stood in thought for a moment, an idea coming to me as I regarded the
disenchanted and misguided youths. ‘How would you like to be God’s Enforcers?’
    ‘God’s Enforcers?’ asked peach fuzz with nervous confusion.
    I nodded. ‘I am the Voice of God. You’d be His hands. I know how to get
through this.’ I glanced at the choking horizon to the south. ‘And if you’re
not afraid of getting your hands dirty, I could sure use your help.’
    ‘Hands dirty?’
    ‘What are you talking about, Clark?’ asked Dodge.
    I turned to those who’d accompanied me from the church, lowering my gun
as I did so. They were all looking at me in agitated concern after witnessing
me gunning down the youth.
    ‘Listen to me, all of you,’ I said loudly, briefly looking at the two
youths before turning my attention back to the group. ‘This isn’t a fucking
church picnic. This is the end of days. The world you knew is over. “I looked and
there before me was a pale horse. Its rider was named Death and Hades was
following close behind him”,’ I quoted.
    ‘Death is coming to us all. Can’t you hear the sound of the pale horse
approaching? If you leave your fate to Reverend Peters you’ll soon find Death’s
painful shadow upon you. If you follow me, I will take away your pain and your
passing will be made easier.’
    ‘There’s no chance of surviving?’ asked Clive, a man in his early sixties
with close-set eyes flanking a long nose.
    ‘This world’s time has come. Humanity’s time has come. For those who have
lived righteous lives awaits everlasting life by the Lord’s side. For those who
haven’t only eternal damnation awaits.’
    The small group exchanged glances.
    ‘The Reverend’s been ordained. He’s the one chosen to be the voice of
God,’ stated Claire, who was standing to the right of the group, in her
mid-forties and rotund, her large calves visible below the knee-line of her
pleated skirt.
    ‘The Reverend is a fool,’ I responded sharply. ‘Follow me and I will ease
your passing and it may be that God’s grace shines upon you and you are
forgiven your sins for hearing His voice in mine, for He uses my voice by which
to speak.’
    ‘This is blasphemy,’ stated Claire with a shake of her head. ‘Your voice
is false and your words are twisted by the Devil