Amon sat on the edge of the ring, watching the chaos that insued just outside of the gym. He was called one of those lucky ones, the ones that hadn't gotten sick. He pretended like he was just blessed and praised god for saving him, but in his head he laughed and cast hate towards the one he once fought for.
There was no god, if there was the time bomb who wandered around earth would've died alone far away from the masses he killed.Oh but that layer of resentment that lingered on him tasted like sweets only grandma could make. He stood and walked over to the windows, watching the surviving humans run amok in the streets destroying what they could. The anger and rage toward the doctors that should've saved them and the god who should've answered their prayers. He ran his fingers through his hair, he wanted to find that little plague.
Amon could bet the rage building in him, would taste amazing when he exploded. But where would he find such a little cherry on this shit sundae? Obviously not the hospitals, but where oh where could that little lamb be? Amon rolled his shoulders back and snagged his coat. Oh this would be fun.
Taking to the streets, Amon walked calmly through them, the rage bubbling in his eyes as he dared any of these pathetic ruined humans to pick a fight with him, the exalted son of god. He'd eat them, his stomach growled lightly and he paused to put his hand on it, perhaps literally.
Amon walked into the old park nearby. The old statues were barely recognizable, cracked and ragged rock left to fall under mother natures cruel thumb. He flicked his tongue over his teeth and looked around him "Come out come out where ever you are" he whispered.
