“All that I have done to protect you,” he said. “And you have done nothing but pervert my message. Twist it to fit your own needs.” He looked up at her with sincere, pleading. “They will not listen now. The end has come just as we knew it might.”

“If…” she started, but fear seized her again. She pushed it back and her body shivered cruelly. “If you are…if you are Him…I don’t understand…”

“Of course you don’t,” he said. “And when I leave here, you will go to your coworkers to tell them of the miracle that you’ve seen and they will only tell you that it was “Lord of Flies” spewing lies out at you. You will no more believe than you ancestors did so long ago.”

“God…” she said desperately. “God will protect us. His grace will-“

“God turned his back on you a long time ago,” he said wearily. “And you never even knew it.”

“What was the message?” she asked. “If you tell me…then maybe I can make a difference.” Christian glared at her with eyes like a tired father’s.

“Please,” she begged. “We cannot all be lost.”

And then, with a smile that chilled her to the bone. “Not all of you, no,” he said. “Just you “believers”. Ironic, isn’t it?” And with that he disappeared. He just faded from her sight as if he were never there at all. Her door opened slowly and the room returned back to normal.

Roberta sat back in her chair, stunned and saddened. Just the believers, he’d said. Ironic isn’t it?

Roberta leaned into her hands and started to cry.