Coughing. The weird sight of orange sunbeams shooting out of the sky, then green, then purple. I wondered about where on Earth we were now. It certainly wasn't hell, I think. It could be heaven or purgatory...but all of a sudden, we were on top of each other. On top of each other like two lustful teens in that weird stoner emotion called "love". It was nauseous.
בני אדם ברוך, צעיר.
"Welcome, young humans." My eyebrow rose a bit incredulously as he read off the sign, before noticing the sign scrawling more words.
האם אתה מופתע שאתה כאן? המשפחה המלכותית מעוניינת מאוד בשימור נפשותיכם עכשיו. למה? הם לא יגידו, אבל מחשיבים את עצמכם ברי מזל ... ובאשר המין האנושי? כמה בני אדם פוטנציאליים אחרים גם נבחרו.
"Ummmm–ummmm...help me out here," Roy sputtered, "I mean, I think I can read it...the only reason why I translated that was because of "Hebrew for Dummies" and I skimmed through that book."
"I don't know! I wanted to learn it, but I mistyped Galilee and now I speak Spanish! Gimme a break, I'm not a dictionary..."
"Fine," he answered, "I'll try it...it looks like it's interested in us, or something..."
"Interesado? Por que non estou sorprendido, realmente? Ademais, por que non estou sorprendido que estamos aquí no día de San Valentín? Ou ata aquí? San Valentín xa kind sucks ..."
"Hey, don't bust out the Spanish now, at least wait until we get back to--um...Earth?!"
Charred--the plants were dead, a couple zombies--no, wait--if the Walking Dead had several more balls attached to it and went full Apocalypse, red sky and all...it was like if a competent director had went all out on a script cataloguing The End, every freaking detail--perfection.
יש מושב בשורה הראשונה כדי כור המצרף, אהבותי. נשיקה ואת הראש על בועות ניקוי בהתאמה שלך.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Puppetry
Ngẫu nhiênWell, let's get this out of the way now. I'm bored and figured--what the hell, I might as well chronicle each day from now until the very end. No particular deadline, really. And something hurts in my hips, so I need to distract from the pain in it...
