...The third installment was just weird because the wave had come, some official people had survived, we were all keeping and eye on how the water behaved because we weren't sure if it was over... I stood with many other people I knew to be the new officials of the decimated country (I'm not sure if we were in Australia or not) listening to them talk about rebuilding society.
Suddenly, there were a group of three or four older men wandering around and preaching the about the bible and God's wrath, etc. They were dressed as you'd imagine Roman soldiers to be dressed. Togas, wrap-up-the-leg straps on their shoes, helmets like this. Only one had a copy of the actual bible.
I got so angry at them because I knew the last thing the new civilization would need was a return to old ways (Roman society) and people running around preaching we deserved the great flood/tsunami. I took his bible from him, chucked it in the water, and yelled at him, "That god is dead!"
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