Episode 5

Jessica Warner:

'I remember the first time i saw one. I'll never forget it. It chilled me to my very core. How, i thought, how can something so hideous be allowed to exist. How can something so inhuman, so forsaken, so evil, be a part of this world. Then it dawned on me. God is testing us. . .'


"Lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. for ever and ever. Amen."

"Deliver us from evil." The words rang through her head again and again, as they did after every time she heard the prayer. "Deliver us from evil." There was a sick irony within them. "Deliver us from evil." For it seemed to her that they had not been delivered from evil, rather, dropped slap bang in the middle of it.

Of course the pastor had told her that the monsters were a test from god and that only by placing their trust and their love in him, would they be protected and guaranteed their place in heaven.

"But when will it end?" She had asked, "If this is a test then when will he see us as worthy?"

She had never had a real answer no matter how many times she had asked. The pastor had simply sighed and replied, "Soon my child."

The answer had been the same from everyone she'd asked, but it didn't add up. She had been told countless times to "think of Noah, God tested him too. It's the same for us. We should be glad that he chose us!"

How she would have given anything to swap places with Noah.

Still, she had never had much experience with the creatures, demons as The Pastor called them, she had only
seen them from a distance; From the roof of the church, and for that she was thankful.

This was where she sat now and she could see far out across the land. This was her place, no one else had ever made it up here. She stared out at the world outside the settlement, as she often did, and wondered if there were others out there, who were not safe in the sanctuary, and she wondered, if they really were out there, why God had not chosen to protect them too.

Something on the horizon caught her eye and she peered through her father's binoculars, they were the only possession of his she owned. The sight she saw was one she had seen many times before, but it never failed to frighten her.

The torn flesh and gaping wounds. The teeth permanantly bared in a viscious snarling expression, a sick smile, as if it was laughing at whatever it preyed on. The seemingly never ending desire to kill. Though it scared her, she also felt pity for the poor soul, once human, now doomed to reside in hell. What could be so terrible that this person should be doomed to walk the earth in such a manner as this?