Beyond Judgement Day
By beautiful oblivion
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Stragglers, outsiders. The ones left behind. Only a handful, but a handful too many. Heaven didn’t take them and Hell didn’t want them. Left on Earth, these lonesome few. Left to wonder. Misfits, they could be called. The few that were different; special. Seven special people lost in a dead world, with no sun and no moon. All they had was each other and the realization that they had to live Beyond Judgment Day.
Mark
Three days ago he was the perfect man. He was a god in the world of hockey. A pro hockey player with a secret. Three days ago he had it all. The winning score, the high school cheerleading captain. The money and the booze. He had the life three days ago.
Pricilla
No more mall. No more credit cards. No shoes. No dog. She’d lost it all, everything that mattered in her life. She was really going to miss her job at the airlines. Great place to find a guy, and nobody asked questions.
Donald
Statistically speaking there should be other people around. But statistically speaking, nobody should have survived such a thing. The University of Science would have loved to figure this one out. Then again, he was no longer a member of the University. Not after his secret got him fired.
Elizabeth
This couldn’t have happened. Her daddy assured her that her secret would not be a problem. Something was screwed up! She didn’t want this secret, and the fact that her father didn’t have jurisdiction over God really pissed her off.
Orion
Well this was the pits. But at least he wasn’t on his way to Hell. Wonder how many in the agency were shipped down south. Could ask why he’s still here, but does he really need to?
Robyn
First female to make the football team and this happens. Women like her just couldn’t catch a break. Especially women with a secret. But thank goodness never heard about that, or she would have never seen the OR. Not like she will anymore though.
Zoe
Sure she could mope, but would that do anybody any good? So God didn’t want her. And she definitely didn’t want the Devil. Clearly there’s a reason behind all this, and twenty bucks says she knows what it is.
Mark pushed aside a shattered car door and looked out into a world he didn’t recognize. Where great men once roamed was now a desolate, sad place. Up ahead he saw movement, a shape walking in midst of destruction. Survivors; could it be that other people were alive? Squinting, Mark recognized Pricilla, the flight attendant he was flirting with before his plane crashed. A woman was walking beside her who he didn’t know. Her dark hair was disheveled and as she got closer he could see her black leather miniskirt had a tear halfway up her thigh. She’d been really pretty had it not been for her expression, which showed total hatred for the world and a sense of holier-than-thou attitude.
Pricilla saw Mark and screamed. Her surprisingly neat blonde hair bounced behind her as she ran up to Mark and wrapped her arms around his neck.
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