Six months ago it was announced that a meteor would hit the earth and end all life . However it missed the earth after humanity had prepared for the end .

**Daniel Carver** 
 
 `` He saved us!'' 
 
 The shout rang through the cell-block like thunder. `` He has heard our prayers and spared the worthy!'' The voice insisted. 
 
 *Shutup, * thought Carver *These fuckin' bars are the only thing from cutting up your pathetic ass. * The shouts were more distant now, most likely moving into the Rec Yard, he deduced. It did n't matter, the preacher would be back for his second rounds again, and this time Carver would tell him a piece of his god damn mind, meteor or not. 
 
 He stared with hard eyes at the cold dish on his floor. *Retards could give me something fuckin' tasty for once in my fuckin' life. * But deep down he knew he was lucky they fed him anyway. Others were n't as lucky. 
 He stumbled across his filthy, dark home. The porridge looked bland, just like any other day. *Six months and you think they would have spiced things up for me. * This would n't go down easily, he knew. His insides rarely stayed inside for him ever since Marco died. *And of all the cells, it has to be right beside mine. Yeah, fuck you too buddy. * He took a bite. *Turkey, it's turkey, I'm eating turkey, this is goo-* Vomit sprayed against the wall. 
 
 `` WILL SOME-COCKJUGGLING-BODY PLEASE BURY THE SHIT OUT OF MARCO?!'' He finally shouted. He puked again. 
 
 He heard footsteps now, closing in. Carver gathered what strength he had left in his frail body and stood, leaning on the wall. The footsteps revealed a short man, a fat man. *Oh, you again* 
 
 `` Carver.'' The man said. 
 
 `` Preacher.'' 
 
 `` I hear you're having some troubles with the living conditions?'' 
 Marco was more pungent now, *Good timing, Marky Mark* Preacher wrinkled his nose. 
 
 `` Let me out of here, Preach. I've confessed my sins, I've said my prayers, now LET ME THE FUCK OUT!'' He slammed against the bars. 
 
 `` Hey now, we ca n't have you spreading such profanities throughout the church.'' 
 Carver walked over to the bars 
 
 `` I do n't think you get the point that you were once in this joint for fucking a little boy, now you're leading the god damn children's crusade.'' 
 
 `` True, it was once a house of sin and I a sinner. But the Lord sought fit to make it a home for redemption. And I'm afraid you have n't quite redeemed yourself, Daniel Carver. My people still fear you for what you did to the Salborne boy'' 
 
 `` That was was n't me. That was n't fuckin' me'' 
 
 `` I can tell your heart is kind, Daniel. Unlike your friend in the next cell, God tells me you still have a chance. The Rapture has passed and only the worthy have survived, but for us to last we must stop this unholy behaviour. I will return tomorrow to evaluate you again. But for now be glad the Lord has spared you.'' 
 
 *Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, kill him, * Marco's smell was getting worse by the minute, Preacher turned away to look for a single, perfect second. *My second, * Carver thought 
 
 With bestial energy, he grabbed Preacher by the collar, his eyes wild. *kill him, kill him, bite him, slice him, * Carver pulled Preacher's head into the bars once, twice, a third time 
 
 `` IT'S A FUCKING METEOR YOU INBRED FUCKING DICKSQUIRREL!''. The floor soaked into a ruby red. The keys were his now. The *Prison* was his. He grinned. *I need a knife* 
 
 **Abraham** 
 
 It was a good day, *no, the best* Abraham thought. They were safe within the high walls from the sinners and demons of the outside world and God had deemed this flock worthy. *This is a life worth starting over from here on* The community garden was in full swing and the radishes were ready to harvest. A feast would be thrown tonight in celebration of R-Day. *Better help them out in the kitchens, they'll need it* He crossed the Cafeteria to the kitchen and swung open the doors. 
 
 *No, * 
 
 Red flowers blossomed through the floor, tables, sinks, walls, fryers, bodies 
 
 `` Denzel, Sam, no...'' 
 
 He heard a voice `` You know exactly *why* my name is Carver? It's funny, no really, do n't have that fucking look on your face. Let me... Change that for you.'' 

