though a cult frequented the station. It read “The coming of sin is near.” with a strange satanic symbol under it. Gabriel just thought, well at least the retards didn't carve it in some 100 year old tree. The saying brought no comfort or enlightenment for the moment he was in.
The literature and art work that he would die with on his mind was very disappointing to say the least. As if driving down the road listening to some horrible pop song on the radio station and driving off a cliff with that being the last thing stuck in your mind. Gabriel laughed, if I get struck now the last image will be a penis and a demonic saying.
He continued to read the walls looking for one good piece of work. It was as difficult as finding a meth free virgin in Axal. “BAWOOOM” the ground around Gabriel was shaking as if a mortar just smashed into it. His ears were still ringing when the next massive flash of light hit the mountain. “CRACKKK” it was enough to bring Gabriel to the ground.
The wind and rain howled inside the opening in the station. Nothing prepared Gabriel for this as his heart felt like it was about to burst to the vibrations around him. He thought that this must have been what those poor soldiers in the Battle of Bulge felt like as the sky crashed down on them.
The flashing light through the doorway and window temporally blinded Gabriel. The crashing sound of electricity and rocks were deafening. It horrifically filled Gabriel with joy to be a part of such a violent display of beautiful nature. Any moment could instantly be his last.
“IS THIS ALL YOU HAVE!” Gabriel shouted in a unsure voice. Gabriel stood up and looked out the doorway to the station. He could vaguely see the valley below him now and just watched in silence. The day had retreated behind the ridges and dark clouds. Gabriel gazed on as the storm clouds vanished into black sky's.
After standing in the door for almost a hour Gabriel turn to retreat to the concrete shelter. Just as he turned he felt electricity viciously rip through him. He was out and for a moment and the chaos stopped. Then he regained consciousness to a pain unlike any he had felt. He was laying on his back now as the rain and wind drenched his face. The pain was a burning and tingling sensation throughout his whole body.
His brain told his limbs to move but there was no response. His mind had lost control of his body. Nature had finally evolved him into an intelligent design. He felt as though he was in one of those dreams where you have no control of your body and you go into a panic state just before waking up. But there was no waking up for him, just the pains of the life he wanted so desperately to escape.
The storm was letting up around him as though it just gave him a taste of it's power. The pain started to leave him with only a numb sensation as he began twitching the muscles in his arms and legs. His throat was hoarse and dry, but he could only turn his head and look at the water just inches from him. Though in his head he went there to be struck by lightning and handed death. But there was a part of him that knew that the odds were so slim that he was not prepared for it to actually happen.
It was possible that he only felt the shock from the exposed metal re-bar on the floor. He closed his eye's and wished he could go back to that moment when everything around him stopped. The pain exhausted his last strengths and he passed out.
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