*Nick, you sure you're ready for this?* I smiled and took a puff of my cigarette, *You got no faith, Rollins* *The US is in panic mode, Nick.* I waved and exhaled out a ring at him, *Yeah, yeah. Doom and gloom.* I leaned out the window. People ran around killing each other, setting fires, it's an anarchist's dream.

*What happened to everyone, Rollins?*

*Whatever it is, it's everywhere, kid.*

The pilot, Hart, yelled as we heard pinging, *We're trying to help these people and they're shooting at us!?* An explosion came from above us as we dipped, *We're falling boys! Strap in now!*

I strapped in as we fell and spun slow. Rollins yelled as I put my arms up and woo'd to a laugh. *That ain't funny!* We bumped into something before slamming onto a rooftop. I slid open one of the doors as the pilot hopped out.

*How far is the safehouse?*

Rollins stepped down, *Relax Nick. We'll get em' out.* Hart pointed out a couple blocks, *It's there. Hope that shotgun works.* I loaded in a box and cocked a shell in, "Oh yeah, it does." I hopped down and followed Rollins down into the streets.

We all jumped as something exploded in the distance and Rollins groaned, *I hope we get to live after going awol.* I stared off and checked a corner, *Fuck em'. Everyone went awol.* Hart spoke on his radio, *Anyone there?* Gunfire came from the other end, *We've been overrun! They took the women and childr-* Feed the flame! Feed i-" I shout, *Hello!?*

The video cuts out, they were in a house next.

*Molly!? Ben?!* Rollins yelled out, *Penelope!* A man turned around, waving a homemade torch at us, *The flame keeper took them! They will be fed to the almighty flame!* I bolted up to him and smacked the torch out his hand, *Where is he?!* He looked up to the ceiling, *The church of the Baker!* Rollins squinted, *What?* I put my shotgun up to his gut and fired a shell.

I jump as he takes a second shot, blowing the man's face open. He stares back at this Rollins guy, like he did in the thumbnail.

*What the hell, Nick?!* I passed him, *The church on Baker street will burn.*

I busted into the church as a man yelled overhead, "The devil is here!" A woman came up to me, "Here's your divorce, bitch." I cocked my shotgun and shot her, twice.

I gasp, covering my mouth. No fucking way.

They quickly pulled out guns as Rollins caught up. "Kill the Demons!" I smiled wide as I ran up the steps, shooting anyone who got in my way. *Nick! Stop!* I ignored Rollins and kept pushing. Someone had the gall to charge at me. I ran the barrel up into his gut and kept firing until he fell to the ground. I tilted my head and laughed at him, *Worshiping fire?!*

I turned and went up to the upper balcony. *Kill him now!* The two guards missed their shots before I killed them both. The priest tried to jump off, but I pulled him back by his arm and threw him on the ground. *You don't get to please your god.* *You're wrong!* I smiled and dropped my shotgun, *Oh really?* I cracked my knuckles and grabbed him by his head.

Rollins yelled when he saw me, *Nick!* He lifted up the beam off my legs as I scooted them out. *I can't feel them!* He picked me up as the church's walls and ceiling burned. *What did you do, Garvey?!* *I-I can't remember. Why?* I saw her, *Molly!? Molly!*