We always knew that this day would come. The world was suffering, consumed by hatred, evilness and sin. Christ died in the cross to saves us, but we kept following ahead in the path of iniquity.
I had no idea what was going on outside the wall of our cloister. People were killing each other; governments were falling; cities were burning, but we were protected by our detachment. That was our choice, to devote our lives to God, shutting ourselves from the mundane world.
But one morning the Madre gathered us in the chapel.
"The Judgment Day has come," she said. "Do not fear, my sisters, we are safe here."
Some of us started to cry. Were the Angels of Death flying in the skies sowing the lives of the sinners? Were us the chosen ones that would rejoice in Heaven? What about our dear ones outside? Were they alive or dead?
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Notes from the End of the World
HorrorThe Collectors Guild hired him to be the Postman, to gather the notes that will help the humankind to have a deeper understanding on how and why the world ended. Nobody knows anything for sure; the only certainty is that it's really dangerous out th...
