A Abba's Apocalypse (6 page)

              The stack of boxes begins to magically disappear away from me. They are attached somehow to the face of this hidden door that move as the door swings open-inward. A majestic halo begins to bend around a dark silhouette, as two

smaller halos form on each of its sides. I proclaim to the silhouettes, “I’m here to help you.” The entity grabs my sleeve and pulls me quickly inside. 

              My eyes adjust to the light filling this cave as my ear’s

fill with, “Who are you, and what do you want?” I sense the

fear in her voice while observing her draw the two tattered Angels close. This beautiful dirty woman commands, “We will not take the brand no matter what you do to us!” My spirit forces me to stand motionless at attention in reverence to her amazing courage. My soul romantically utters a firm soft, “God bless you.” A deathly embrace follows as her joyfully squeezing forces the air out of me. She whispers in my ear “You’re really here to help!” I reply, “Yes, I am.” She responds, “You used the word God.” She abruptly reseals the entrance door now that she feels completely safe.

              I look around as she moves back. She hurries to remove the clutter hiding her dining table with one arm, as the other waves towards me to come and sit. Her face turns back to sadness with worry. I stare around this one large room resembling a sort of home. I shift my way over and around the clutter, and then sit as she commanded. She sniffles out, “My husband went to look for food two days ago. I don’t know what happened to him?” I sit unresponsive thinking I don’t dare inquirer about him. I realize now he may have been the man being dragged away. I don’t think revealing this news would help either of us in any way.

              “My name is Joey. Believe it or not, a little bird told me where to find you.” Her hands begin fumbling with their fingernails, as a slight smile makes a disbelieving “Uhnt uhnt” sound. “I’m Katie. This is Jordan, my big boy-who’s five, and my darling Hanna-three. We moved in here three years ago. This used to be the supply room for my husband’s garage.” She continues to volunteer all aspects of her daily life as a secure feeling comforts the children enough to begin playing.

              I ask her how they get their electricity for the lights. Katie explains how her husband installed several wind

generators that he hid in the trees behind the garage. This underground store room seems to have been protected from the EMP burst, and where he got the supplies needed for his electrical project. This system utilizes auto generators,

batteries, wire, and PVC pipe. He ingenuously cut some fan

blades from some PVC pipe he found in the building, and

then hooked it all together to make small electrical producing “windmill” generators. Her husband also made artificial light bulbs to light the interior. They’re simply clear plastic two liter soda bottles filled with water to magnify the sunlight. The bottles are angled downward and stick through the tops of the wall on the sunny side of the building. I ask her, “How is the light inside hid from being seen outside; especially at night?” Her husband used the black removable stands that came on the bottom of the bottles and cut them in half. She tells me that he hung it just under the exterior part of the protruding bottle. This hides any escaping light from this chamber while hiding the bottle from the line of sight of anyone outside. Light comes in, but it doesn’t go out. They even have a table top garden inside that utilizes the pumped in light. This also helps make fresh air at the same time. He seems like my kind of guy.     

              After several minutes sharing information I ask Katie if she was a Christ follower. She tells me she is not, but she wants to know all about Him. Katie explains, “I’ve seen the evil in “Trinity,” so I know there must be good somewhere. She reminds me, “You can’t have one without the other. I always ask my husband to find a Bible on his food missions.” I pull the spare I brought and hand it to her. I tell her to open it to “Romans” 10:9. I ask Katie, “Would you like to know how you and your babies can receive the promise of eternal life in Heaven? How about having a personal relationship with Jesus, our creator? Would you like to experience the supernatural protector who promises to provide for all your needs?” Katie answers, “Yes, yes, and yes.” I tell Katie to read this passage aloud. 

              She reads it stating, “If you confess with your mouth

Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you shall be saved.” I ask her to repeat the same prayer of repentance I said some time ago. She repeats after me: “Dear Jesus; I do believe you are God. And, I do

believe you came to save me. I believe you died and rose

again. Please come live in my heart and guide me. I believe

with all my heart that all my sin is now forgiven.” I give her a hug of congratulations and tell her she is saved.

              Katie weeps with the knowledge she now has something wonderful to look forward to. I tell her, “The little Bible is yours to keep.” I explain how her children are under God’s gift of grace too. I begin showing her prophetic passages of what is still coming on the world, and when Jesus will return to set up His kingdom on this world.

              After talking for quite a while, I peel back my watch’s Velcro cover and see it is getting to be late in the day. I explain briefly about “Project T.” She tells me that she and her babies’ have one day’s food ration left. She also alerts me about another couple that ran from the brand, living nearby. I promise Katie I will return in a day, or two, with food and another Bible for the couple. Katie tells me she will treasure her little Bible always, and she will tell the couple about Jesus and me. “I got to go before it gets dark!” I proclaim. Her face seems to glow with her new found comfort and strength. We hug as I leave Katie with a parting prayer, “God watch over Katie and her family.” She quickly opens the door and abruptly shuts it behind me. I rustle leaves up the stack of boxes trying to hide the door by making the surroundings look naturally desolate. I back away while fluffing up the path of leaves leading to the concealed entrance. Finally, I drag a rag behind me wiping the footprints I made out of existence, and sprinkle a handful of crumbled leave to replace the missing dust.

              I exit the gas station trying to remember my return path. I immediately notice how dark it’s getting and see the sun set. I walk quickly and pray inside, “God help get me

home safely.” I decide to chance a shorter route than the one I

took to get here. I’ll need to walk down more streets chancing LD detection, but I should be able to get home before it turns pitch black. I know this is when the Demons come out in

force.

              I turn a corner four blocks away and see a gruesome

sight. He looks like the large man the LD drug off. I can’t tell exactly, because of all the blood covering most of his body. He is tied to a telephone poll. I guess they left him for dead, and as a sign to scare other Irreverent brothers to convert. I press the side of his neck with my fingers and feel he has a slight pulse. It’s faint, but it’s steady. I whisper into his ear, “I am here to save you.” I untie the restraining prison of ropes freeing him. He falls into my hands as I realize his weight. I pray, “Jesus, give me the strength.” Somehow, I find the strength. It takes every ounce of my energy just to lean him on my back. I waddle away carrying him “piggyback,” struggling to cart this prisoner of war away. I rush to get as far away as possible before the Demons’ realize my victory.

              After two alleyways I fall down face first dazed and confused, and in complete and utter exhaustion. Suddenly, I realize I am disoriented to which way home is. His warm blood drizzle down my face as he lay dead still on my back. I hear words begin to babble out of his torn lips. He quietly and slowly repeats, “Save my family, please save my family.” I whisper back, “They are safe and saved.” I force myself up and find some supernatural power to continue. It seems my words have comforted this large man enough to allow him to drift back into unconsciousness. Just as he does, I hear Flicker. I cannot see him, but I know his wonderful joyous beckoning song. I follow the melody ahead as it continuously leads us to another location.

              I exit the gas station trying to remember my return path. I immediately notice how dark it’s getting and see the sun set. I walk quickly and pray inside, “God help get me then fall down in utter exhaustion. I wake sometime later peering

the dark and realize I pasted out. The cold of the night grips and slaps me, chilling the perspiration soaking me. I turn my head and see the large man is lying next to me with a small

pillar of steam percolating out his swollen mouth. This tells

me, at least he is alive. I force myself up and yank myself

over the top of the fence. I fall into my backyard loud enough to alert Dave with my thump, and the sound of all the air rushing out my lungs. I see the back door open slightly and hear Dave ask, “Joey?” I gasp back to him, “Yeah buddy; come give me a hand.” Dave swings the door open and quickly “low steps” across the dark backyard to help me.

              “I thought they got you. I’m so glad to see you Joey.” Dave helps me by pulling me upwards off the ground. I lean over to brace my tired legs by clasping them with my exhausted arms’. “Dave, I’ve brought you a special gift. I need a hand getting it over the fence though.” A puzzled expression fills his face as he confusingly replies, “A gift?” I chuckle a sigh of relief and say, “It’s good to be home.”

              Both of us jump over the fence as quietly as possible. Dave looks unbelievingly at the bloody mess of a human laying here. Dave whispers, “Is he alive?” I feel his neck again to check his pulse as he begins to become conscious. I whisper to him, “We need your help to get over this fence.” Dave grabs his other side as we heave up the large man. I lean into him and tell Dave, “Leap over the fence and I will push him up from this side.” I think about the insurmountable six foot height of my fence as I bend down under the large guy’s propped body. I pray for the super strength I’ll need while I leverage my shoulder under his rear, and push up. I strain lifting him as I tell the large guy, “Try and grab the fence and pull with everything you have left in you.”

              I see him agonizingly strain to grab the top of the fence and pull himself over. Dave grabs his arms from his side of the fence, pulling him as hard as he can. The large guy’s bloody body greases the top of the fence aiding us in sliding

him up, and over. Dave has problems maintaining his grip,

because of the gummy mess, as I feel the immense weight of the guy increase. “Once more, ” I tell both of them. One last push up, and then he flops over the rest of the way onto the

backyard. He thumps on the hard ground as all the air rush

out of him. I know what he must be feeling. I quickly leap

over and grab his arm. Dave and I begin dragging him in the house as fast and as quietly as possible. Dave shuts the door behind us as I finish dragging him over to the kitchen wall.

              “Dave; get the bucket from under the sink, and then fill it with water.” I scramble to get my sewing kit located in the bottom of my hutch. “Here’s the water,” Dave whispers. I tell Dave, “Now, go get several glow sticks and light them.” While Dave retrieves the sticks, I go get some worn towels and a warm blanket. I return to the glowing kitchen floor and begin dunking a towel into the clean water. I dab off the blood still slowly oozing out his many wounds. Immediately, his scabs stick to the towel. The pain from peeling the scabs off his body helps revive him. “Dave, help me drag his head onto my lap.” I whisper in the big guy’s ear, “You’re with friends and we’re taking care of you.” He shakes with fear, and possibly due to lack of blood, but it subsides in my embrace.

              Tears start to come out his eyes as he regains his faculties. “My babies, my poor babies!” he cries out. He then flops around in his attempt to try and get up. “I got to get them before those Demons do.” I secretly whisper in his ear, “Do you have a wife named Katie, a son Jordan, and a daughter Hanna?” Every part of his body jumps to life. He grabs and tugs my sleeve while exclaiming, “You’ve seen them!” “Yes, and they’re just find. Lay back down and I tell you all about my meeting with them.” All the excitement causes him to pass out once again. But, he does it with a slight smile this time. I tell Dave to take over blotting the blood. “It’s a good thing he passed out. I need to stitch close a lot of lacerations.” We spend a good two hours removing glass from his wounds and sewing closed numerous cuts over his entire body. I think, “He will need antiseptic and antibiotic medicine

if he’s going to make it.” We decide to leave him in place and cover him. I roll up a spare towel and slide it under his swollen head using it as a pillow. I dump the blood filled bucket down the sink and then store it. Dave grabs the glow

sticks from this room as we leave the battered man to rest.

              We move to the opposing front room and sit up against the wall. Dave quietly asks, “What happen to him? Do you know him or something?” I reply, “I stole him from the hands of ‘Trinity.’ You won’t believe the miraculous day I had.” I fill Dave in on all today’s details as I begin to feel myself fighting to stay awake. After, I tell Dave to quietly fetch me a blanket and pillow from upstairs. He leaves and returns with the requested bedding supplies. I tell Dave, “take my bed for tonight. I’m going to stay here just in case Katie’s husband wakes up. I’m sure he’ll want to know immediately about his family.” Dave tells me, “Goodnight,” and then follows my instructions. I cover myself over as my stomach begins to ache. I think to myself, “Here are four more mouths to feed, but I’ll trust you God.” I begin to dose off with the comfort of knowing He listens to my prayers.