God's Grace

Chapter 2-The new world.

"Mankind has disappointed me."

After hearing those words, Thomas' head erupted into flurries of pain. "Ugh..." he said under his breath, the pain soon subsided. With the "angel" continuing to wreak havoc in the club, Thomas had no choice but to stay hidden and wait until the screams faded.
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Thomas' eyes snapped open, "Shit, I passed out!" he thought. He realized about the current situation he was in again. The silence was overwhelming—no screams, no thuds...nothing. It seemed that the angel had completed its feast.

Slowly, he opened the door and carefully peeked through the gap. "Great, no signs of the monster." Stepping out of the janitor's closet, he took out his phone: 5:30 AM. "The sun should rise soon." Thomas opened the door, it creaked loudly. He strode to the kitchen counter and grabbed a knife. Leaving the kitchen, he muttered, "I should leave this place as soon as possible."

Walking through the hallway, he encountered multiple mutilated corpses. Their jaws were unhinged, some of their eyes were popping out of their sockets, and most sickening of all—their stomachs were split open and were hollowed out... He was surrounded by a wave of blood, chunks of flesh floated around him.

His eyes widened, the metallic smell of blood flooded into his nostrils. He could feel something building up from his throat, it wasn't  stopping. At first it was just a gag, but then...it all came out. "BLEGHHHHH...." The liquids along with some additional lumps, came crashing down. He wiped his mouth, some of the bodily fluids attached to his the back of his hand.

He sat in silence, attempting to calm himself down. "T-there's... there's no way... t-this c-can't be... this can't be r-real..." he said in a whisper, his hoarse and raspy voice leading him nowhere but denial. Thomas' mind spiraled to all sorts of questions, theories, assumptions.

His vision started to blur, his heart raced , his head throbbed. All of these sudden changes caused him to become overwhelmed, his mind couldn't handle this, he couldn't handle this.

"I...I need to get out of here..." Gritting his teeth, he mustered up some strength to lift his tired body up, and dragged his legs towards the club's entrance. His shoes crunched across the glass pieces from the broken door. As soon as he stepped outside, a bright orange light pierced his eyes, a scorching heat engulfed his sore body. He slowly opened his eyes and stood there, stunned, his lips were left agape from shock. "What...happened...?" He mutters, his eyes reflecting the flames that were surrounding the city.

The once beautiful cityscape, brimming with neon lights and bustling crowds, was now a war zone of death and destruction. Ash and smoke swirled with the air, blurring the familiar area around him. He stumbled back, trying to understand the apocalyptic scene before him. His eyes flickered to the piles of dead bodies nearby him, the bodies suffered the same conditions as the ones in the club.

His ears twitched, hearing an odd sound a distance away from him. He immediately turned his attention to the sound. His blood ran cold on sight. There stood a tall, lengthy figure. Thomas slowly stood up, knowing that it wasn't a normal human being—that was due to the wings sticking out from its back. He ran away slowly, hoping that the angel didn't notice him. Thomas' grip on the kitchen knife strengthened, he never lowered his guard.

His heart pounded in his chest as he pressed himself against a wall, desperately attempting to stay hidden. It was quiet, the silence broken by the crackling of the flames. The tension was thick and suffocating. He took a small step back, each movement slow and calculated, as though any sudden move would draw the creature's attention.

Thomas' breathing hitched as he noticed the figure's head slowly turning. "It's...looking right at me..." He took shallow breaths, and remained as still as a statue. The creature did not make its move yet, that's what frightened him the most. Thomas felt a surge of panic. He wanted to get away, he needed to get away, but his body wouldn't budge. It was as if his body was telling him to face the truth,

the end of his life.

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Word count: 722
Oh god, end of chapter 2!!! :3