Free The APOCs Virus by Alex Myers Page A

times.  The end of the world as we know it is upon us.  Our own government, even the atheists are taking heed and calling it Apoc.”  The look of supreme satisfaction crossed Reverend Ira’s face.
    Reverend Ira Swanson would be forever in debt to the lazy bureaucrats.  For lack of a better name, they decided to call the disease “Apoc” and its victims “Apocs”.  In one fell swoop they gave credibility to him, his preachings, and his crusade.  Ira never passed up the opportunity to bring this one word to every one's attention.  Ira never let a good crisis go to waste.   
    "People love to discredit the Book of Daniel, yet it was Daniel who said in times of the end 'the beast will be more ferocious than all the rest; exceedingly dreadful; whose teeth were like iron; its nails are like brass; it devours; and breaks in pieces.'  Now what I'm about to show you is not pretty.  In fact, it probably will shock you.  But it takes something this graphic, something this shocking, to get past the prejudices of the non - believers.  Go ahead and roll the tape.  What you're about to see was filmed on the streets of the city where this broadcast originates, only yesterday,” Reverend Ira turned to view the studio monitor. 
    "The scene you are watching was filmed with a night - vision camera, it is lowly-lit but very revealing.  Now watch the upper right - hand corner of your screen."  As he said this a large wrinkled creature stepped into view from around a corner of a building.  Its hideous face stared into the camera.  The studio audience let out a shudder. 
     "The beast knows the camera man is there, watch its expression of recognition, listen to its voice as it moves closer," Ira said in an ominous voice. 
    "Wayne, I've been waiting for you.  Come to me and all your worries will disappear," the hideous man/thing said.
     "Wayne is the name of the camera man," Reverend Ira told his now-enraptured flock.  "And later when we questioned him he said he was extremely anxious about filming this particular shot." 
    The crowd watched as the beast moved closer into view.  Its sharp teeth were the first things the audience noticed.  It raised a hand to the side of its face and raked long nails down its cheek.  It laughed hauntingly and then giggled childishly as it moved straight for the camera.  The dark puffs of hair on its balding head were blowing in the slight breeze. 
    "Come to me, and be one of the lucky. You'll live forever in the house of the Prince."  The diseased man moved into better range of the camera's microphone. 
    Now twenty feet from the camera, a hand was seen reaching from behind and then gripped its shoulder. It swung around with blinding speed.  The camera caught, what looked at first to be a look of terror, turn to rage.  The creature was standing face to face with a man of about thirty years of age. 
    "You killed my family.  You murdered my wife and children.  Now I've come to kill you," the young man said to the beast. 
    The creature put its elongated hands on its hips and let loose with a roaring laugh.  "And just how do you plan on to do that?" the thing said through its laughter. 
    "With this," the man said as he removed a handgun from under his coat.  He pulled the trigger and the cameraman jumped.  The mighty crack of the gun was deafening.  The bullet slammed into its stomach hitting the creature at point-blank range.  It continued to laugh—the bullet seemed to have little or no effect. 
    The creature finally appeared bored with the man's attack.  He knocked him into the wall with an effortless sweep of his hand.  The Apoc still seemed very concerned with the cameraman.  As it took another step in Wayne's direction, it began to smile again. 
     "You didn't think I forgot you, now did you Wayne?"   It cackled. 
    The man, knocked into the wall and then the ground, grabbed the creature by the leg. It fell flat onto the pavement. 
    "If a gun won't stop you, you