here is a short from my story currently drafted as   The Arising 

“There are always to sides two an opinion but... is there really any right or wrong???? Or does it all just depend on your perspective… how you perceive and interpret the dreams and ideals of others… my friends and my enemies… at the end of this story you will all have your own opinions, as I have mine but whether what I did was right or wrong even I am still to decide, whether you fought with or against me listen and try to comprehend, just for a second what it means to be “good”  and just for a second try to imagine what happened, and who truly caused the arising”

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The light seemed to fading as we travelled, across the vast ruined countryside,  burning paddock after burning paddock the struggling silhouettes of survivors seemed to pass in and out of reality, most wouldn’t survive the night, let alone the war, it had been several years  since the first angels appeared on earth, they said they were hear to protect us, and in desperation we believed them, everyone wants  a guardian angel, and we had found them, they were are saviours.. and yet they brought around the arising, about a year after they came demons started coming, at first they ignored us, they only wanted their gaolers, but then as we took a stand they were forced to take our lives as well and with that our cities, our pride and now we are lost, America Japan England.. none of us know what happened to them after we lost contact, so here we are driving for our lives somewhere between Brisbane and what’s now called zone-X a strict no go zone, unless you want to die… and unfortunately I don’t.