False Prayers
Superstition is the belief that some action or thing is lucky or unlucky. What a load of bullshit thought Elsie as she held her crucifix close to her mouth and whispered her prayers to it. She still prayed to God in hopes that he heard her pleas and protected her from further harm.
Although, why should she continue to practice such a meaningless habit after everything that had happened so far. The dead coming back to life and in turn taking the lives of those who did them no harm.
"Why are you letting this happen?" she asked. No answer just like all the other times she asked. Does God really even exist, she asked herself. She stared at her crucifix with burning eyes, her brow tight and curled around her eyes as she focused on the inanimate object.
Why wouldn't there be a God? How can something so wonderful as man kind created in God's own image not be created by a greater being with omniscient power? There's no way he could let a plague of pure evil overtake and ravage his precious creation. This was the work of the devil, of pure evil that hated the love and happiness that man has brought God. But she could still hear them several floors down being shot outside. Inbetween she heard the screams of other victims who fell prey to them, only to be shot afterward by a compasionate sniper.
The Devil has turned God's precious creation 'man' against itself.
The news kept reporting that a virus or epidemic was the cause of this rapidly growing plague that turned its victims into killers. People were envisioning demons and hell right before their eyes without question. The blood and guts that spilled from helpless nonbelievers and worshippers of God alike. Elsie watched as her best friend gnawed and tore the flesh and muscle from her own little brother's arm and face. They were attacking and eating each other in the streets right outside her window. She looked outside and saw the bright sun in the open sky with only a few clouds decorating its surrounding. Elsie picked herself off of the floor and crept toward the window, outside the streets were empty.
No wait, there's another one as it shuffled into the open. Another ran past it searching feverishly for food, it twitched like a carnivorous raptor salivating with hunger.
It still looked human, normal even except that it clothes were covered in blood and its face was ripped open on the left side. Elsie covered her eyes and looked away; she didn't want to believe that this was how humanity was coming to an end. God wouldn't let this happen to his children. Religious faith always preached how God punished those who with evil in their hearts and protected those who embraced his name.
How could anyone still believe that in the face of this hell that was alive and spreading? Why was she still alive she thought. She didn't want to continue living in this nightmarish hell, but felt that by doing that she would be commiting an ultimate sin against God. Again, why did she continue believing in such a thing? It was the same as being superstitious wasn't it, she thought. She walked toward the kitchen where her cousin and uncle were sitting lecturing to each from the bible. Why did they still believe or have faith in something that couldn't answer why the plague know as hell was spreading like wildfire.
She didn't care anymore as she pocketed her crucifix and walked toward her mother's bedroom. Religious faith couldn't explain what was happening so why would she continue to pray for salvation. There were other things to be hopeful for, weren't there?
Elsie prayed hoping that was true at least.
Although, why should she continue to practice such a meaningless habit after everything that had happened so far. The dead coming back to life and in turn taking the lives of those who did them no harm.
"Why are you letting this happen?" she asked. No answer just like all the other times she asked. Does God really even exist, she asked herself. She stared at her crucifix with burning eyes, her brow tight and curled around her eyes as she focused on the inanimate object.
Why wouldn't there be a God? How can something so wonderful as man kind created in God's own image not be created by a greater being with omniscient power? There's no way he could let a plague of pure evil overtake and ravage his precious creation. This was the work of the devil, of pure evil that hated the love and happiness that man has brought God. But she could still hear them several floors down being shot outside. Inbetween she heard the screams of other victims who fell prey to them, only to be shot afterward by a compasionate sniper.
The Devil has turned God's precious creation 'man' against itself.
The news kept reporting that a virus or epidemic was the cause of this rapidly growing plague that turned its victims into killers. People were envisioning demons and hell right before their eyes without question. The blood and guts that spilled from helpless nonbelievers and worshippers of God alike. Elsie watched as her best friend gnawed and tore the flesh and muscle from her own little brother's arm and face. They were attacking and eating each other in the streets right outside her window. She looked outside and saw the bright sun in the open sky with only a few clouds decorating its surrounding. Elsie picked herself off of the floor and crept toward the window, outside the streets were empty.
No wait, there's another one as it shuffled into the open. Another ran past it searching feverishly for food, it twitched like a carnivorous raptor salivating with hunger.
It still looked human, normal even except that it clothes were covered in blood and its face was ripped open on the left side. Elsie covered her eyes and looked away; she didn't want to believe that this was how humanity was coming to an end. God wouldn't let this happen to his children. Religious faith always preached how God punished those who with evil in their hearts and protected those who embraced his name.
How could anyone still believe that in the face of this hell that was alive and spreading? Why was she still alive she thought. She didn't want to continue living in this nightmarish hell, but felt that by doing that she would be commiting an ultimate sin against God. Again, why did she continue believing in such a thing? It was the same as being superstitious wasn't it, she thought. She walked toward the kitchen where her cousin and uncle were sitting lecturing to each from the bible. Why did they still believe or have faith in something that couldn't answer why the plague know as hell was spreading like wildfire.
She didn't care anymore as she pocketed her crucifix and walked toward her mother's bedroom. Religious faith couldn't explain what was happening so why would she continue to pray for salvation. There were other things to be hopeful for, weren't there?
Elsie prayed hoping that was true at least.
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