*WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING*

You are now entering Dark Sector protocols. You have thirty minutes to return home. If you are caught out after this time, you will be executed. If you are in your home and you come outside for any reason, you will be executed. Let's continue to work to keep each other safe. Thank you.


The sirens and that message played every ten minutes, with the time to get to safety decreasing. 


Some civilians were caught outside, and they were shot and killed. Their bodies were taken and cremated. It was very inhumane.

Trovo also had drones patrolling around the cities. They acted as a second set of eyes.


The only exceptions to these rules were for hospital patients and personnel. Patients must wear a patient wristband, and hospital personnel must have an ID.


“This is crazy. Look at them patrolling up and down the street like this. We are prisoners,” Lynn said as she looked out the window.


Ayvah was scrolling through her social media feed and noticed some people making videos showing the military patrolling up and down the street.


“Ayvah,” God suddenly said.


Ayvah jumped, still not accustomed to the sudden deep voice she heard roaring through her spirit.


“Yes?” Ayvah put her phone down and stood up.


“What I will ask you to do will seem suicidal indeed, but you must gather your army,” God spoke.


“Army? For what?” Ayvah asked.


“In each city, the uprising of my children shall bring about the change needed to save all humanity. There is no shortage of resources or food; there is only greed. Have I not provided enough for all? I will never leave you or any of my creations in need,” God spoke unto Ayvah.


“Yea, but how am I going to do that when everyone gets shot on sight as soon as they touch outside?” Ayvah asked.


“With my blessing, the impossible will be but a stepping stone. Completely abide by my word, and I will abide in you. There will be nothing that can harm you. However you decide to do it, you must let as many people as possible know what I am capable of. Peter did not think it was possible to walk on water, yet he did it. You have until 2030 to gather the entire nation in unison,” God said.


“I can’t even drive yet. How am I supposed to gather everyone around the entire country?” Ayvah asked.


“All things through me. Believe and do as I say. You cannot fail,” God said.



3 Years Later. 2025.


The Rubix began to slow down, but it wasn’t without its fair share of casualties. The Rubix wiped out 3 million people in the United States. Martial Law was no longer in effect, and civilization slowly became as normal as possible. There would be no election in the upcoming year, so that Trovo would remain in the President’s chair.


Lynn called the hospital daily, and the answer remained unchanged until today.


The doctor called Lynn this time.


“Hello?” Lynn answered.


Hey, Mrs. Walker. How are you?” Doctor Jones asked.


“I’m making it. How are you? A little strange that you’re the one calling me this time. What’s going on?” Lynn asked. 


“Yes, I’ll just be straight with you. We can no longer keep Jerry on life support and keep him in a room. The government is forcing us to pull the plug. He won’t survive on his own merits. I’m sorry; I really tried. My hands are tied on this one,” Jones said.


Lynn’s heart stopped. She was overcome with sadness. She couldn’t even talk, so she just hung up the phone. In shock, she just sat on her bed and looked at the floor with an empty stare.


“Mama, what’s wrong with you?” Ayvah came into her room to see her mom looking distraught.


Lynn said nothing.


“Mama, what’s wrong?” Ayvah asked.


“Your dad. He’s gone,” she said.


“What?! No! I thought they were keeping him on the life support thing. How can they take him off?” Ayvah asked.


“Government.” Lynn was short with her words because she genuinely didn’t know what to say.


Ayvah ran out of her room with tears in her eyes, crying hysterically.


“God! Why? Why did you have to take my dad away? What did we do? We’re nice people,” Ayvah asked God. She heard a thunderstorm brewing outside, but God did not speak to her.


“Great, now He can’t talk,” Ayvah said to herself. She grew bitter. “And He wanted me to go on some suicide mission. Why would I trust that if He can’t talk back to me now?”


The thunderstorm got more violent, reminiscent of the day God showed Lynn his power.