Ghost Mirror

Chapter 3 - At the End of the Rope...

The sun had barely started to peek over the low hills to the east when a weak unidentifiable sound shattered the eternal quiet that settled over the city in the wake of hells attack.

            Spencer and Vince had been holed up in the Stratosphere tower for three days and their supplies were starting to dwindle. Spencer was slipping deeper and deeper into hopelessness. Spencer had already tried to commit suicide twice already, how were they expected to survive? Was there anybody else or were they on their own? Spencer stood over looking the vacant city 1,100 feet below. He stared down toward the ground, he was contemplating jumping from the tower when Vince approached, a large machine gun in his hands.

            “Still thinking about killing yourself?” Vince asked.

            “I don’t see any other option, everybody else is dead, why not us?”

            “You don’t know that. There could still be someone else.” Vince defended.

            “WHERE?” Spencer shouted, he didn’t give a damn if the armies of hell heard him. “I’ve crossed the entire damn continent and only found three other people and every last one of them is DEAD!”

            Spencer turned to walk away when Vince corrected him.

            “Four.”

            “What the hell are you babbling about?” Spencer demanded.

            “You found me.” Vince explained. “I would have died if you hadn’t come along.”

            Spencer stood there, and let the thought set in, as he did peace bubbled to the surface before Spencer walked back to Vince and looked him in the eye.

            “Thank you.” Spencer said.

            “Does that mean you’ll stick around?” Vince asked.

Spencer nodded. “I don’t know how much longer we have left on this rock, or if there’s a future worth waiting for. So I’ll stick around for now, but when the time comes I will do it, and take as many of them with as I can.” Spencer promised.

            “Okay, so what’s the plan?” Vince asked.

            “I was ready to jump to my death; I was kind of hoping you had a plan.” Spencer admitted.

            “How about duck.” Vince suggested.

Spencer was confused until Vince raised the machine gun in his hand aiming it towards Spencer who then turned to see a winged demon diving at the pair.

            Spencer hit the deck as bullets began flying and the demon retreated to the south.

            “You probably didn’t kill him.” Spencer observed a he got back to his feet.

            “Yeah, probably.” Vince said. “But it was either shoot at it or get ripped to shreds.”

Spencer and Vince rushed the edge of the tower to see where the demon was going.

            The fleeing demon was heading for a group of a dozen or so demons.

            “Go get me the sniper rifle. The big one.” Spencer demanded, Vince left and soon returned with a large sniper rifle, which Spencer quickly loaded and aimed, set up and pointed at the retreating demon. Spencer stopped himself from pulling the trigger when he saw something on the roof of a building a couple thousand feet down the Las Vegas strip, south of Spencer’s position. Six hive queens leading the charge.