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G is for God is Dead!
On a lonely country road four boys reach the edge of reality.
It was nothing really, just plaster of paris, and paint put together to represent the embodiment of a religious belief. It couldn’t hurt him. Could it? The thought whispered through his mind, but there was no comfort in it. Something had inhabited the statues, creating a semblance of life for purposes that were a mystery.
Rough hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away as the smile on that immobile face turned down into a frown.
“What’s wrong with you?” Window said as he turned the younger boy to face him. Billie-Bob’s eyes strayed to that shadowy face, seeking the comfort they all sought.
The slap sounded like a gunshot that echoed in the shadowy corners of the church and Billie-Bob blinked several times as awareness blossomed. The tenuous link he’d established with that which inhabited the statue was severed by Window’s act and he looked around at the others as if he were seeing them for the first time.
“Are you okay?” Meat asked and Billie-Bob numbly nodded his head. He was okay now, but there was no telling what might have happened had he reached the statue. Looking around the abandoned church he felt it again, reaching out from those dank corners, caressing his thoughts with a chilled touch that sent icy fingers dancing the length of his spine. They were not safe here.
“I don’t know what it was,” he said, searching for the right words to convey what he’d felt, “but it was trying to get me to come to it.” He finished with a shudder, his eyes drawn once more to the immobile shape of the stature dressed in a shadowy cloak.
“We can’t stay here,” Einstein said as he spun his head around trying to look into all of the shadowy corners at one time.
“What is wrong with you two?” Window said, “we’ve got shelter, and in case you hadn’t noticed there’s a shit load of the dead waiting for us outside.
“They’re right,” Meat said, “I can feel it too, there’s something here that doesn’t belong, something we don’t understand.” Meat turned to the window and glanced out at the immobile crowd of the undead who stood around the church in a dense crowd, all eyes focused on the building they were hiding in.
“Then what are we gonna do? We can’t just walk out now.” Window turned back to stare at the statue.
“No, not now, but maybe tonight.”
“How will we get through them.”
“I haven’t figured that out yet, we need to create a disturbance that will draw them away, give us a chance to escape.”
“You have to leave, now!” The priest shouted from the shadows, he stepped into view, no longer the submissive, diminutive, type. Now he was assertive, his voice confident, full of the conviction of his belief.
“He doesn’t want you here any longer.”
“Who doesn’t want us here?” Window said, turning on the priest who refused to be intimidated.
The priest pointed at the statue, “he lives. He is the embodiment of Christ and he only allows those who believe to be in his presence.”
“That’s not how I was taught,” Meat said.
“And you see where it got him,” the priest shot back, “this is the dawn of a new age, his second coming, and only those willing to submit to him will be forgiven.”
To be continued!
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