Tonight a world dies. Billions will scream to a God that no longer exists 'Help Us.' And if He was there He'd say 'No!'
The Mexican Border 1946
The desert was still, except for the lights and the distant hum of engines. Jacob stopped running.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. From nowhere shots rang out, peppering his back. Blood filled his mouth and he fell to the ground, not breathing, but not dying either.
He got up and ran.
A bright light engulfed him, blinding him. He looked around, only to see more lights emerge from the darkness. The night erupted with the roar of engines.
Panic engulfed him.
The last time he was here men traveled by horse or train. He knew what a locomotive engine sounded like, and this wasn’t what he was hearing.
What he heard were army jeeps and soldiers.
The planet had gone through two world wars. Men now flew. Cars replaced horses. They had weapons that could wipe out whole cities. Everything he knew was-gone.
A voice screamed. “On your knees! Hands behind your head!”
Jacob knelt, watching as the soldiers surrounded him.
A large man with stripes on his uniform pushed through. Jacob gave him a bloody grin.
“What are you smiling for?”
“Because I’ve got something to show you.”