Romans & histoires Metaphor Book Of Apocalypse

A few suggested it was the end of all things, apocalypse written in blood across the sky. I stood at the edge of the sanctuary garden. The wind lashed through my hair like claws every howl of the storm. The same storm that once lived inside me, that had raged through my soul and poisoned everything it touched, was now painting the world in its color. Crimson. Blood-red. The color of guilt made manifest. And they came, as I had known they would. As they had to.

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

"I'll dig another chamber nearby, bigger than this one. We'll plant crops underground. With the sunlight we channel in and the water supply, the heat during the apocalypse will actually help things grow. We just need a month of food stored up until the crops start coming in." We divided up the work and got everything ready just in time. Tomorrow, the heatwave apocalypse would arrive. That night, I curled up on the big bed in the cellar, holding Blazewing close while waiting for the apocalypse to begin. When I woke up the next morning, I could already feel the difference. The cellar was warmer than yesterday, rising from damp and cold to a cozy, comfortable temperature. Blazewing stretched on

AVA’S POV Fear, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced made my skin crawl and my heart lodged in my throat. Vincenzo pulled the trigger. He did. He wanted to have me killed, wasn’t that his intention? But why was I still alive? Why was I hearing the sound of my heartbeat drumming in my ears, loud and clear? I was lost in trance, lost in a world of my own with the sound of my heartbeat the only thing I could hear and feel.