Resurrection

Angela Kaufmann and Sebastian’s clone walked across the sandy beach with resolute steps. They were headed towards the brown bunkers where Valeria, Archibald, Michael, and Lance were camped. A small army of about five hundred active soldiers were gathered there.

“What a joke of an army!” Angela quipped. “I could wipe them out blindfolded. Just bite off their heads!”

“That wouldn’t be fun,” Sebastian replied, giggling. “I’d like to toy with them for a while. We have plenty of time to spare now that Caesar is dead.”

Angela nodded and turned her head to look at Victor’s butchered corpse. It was a hideous scene—the body split from the middle, from head to gut. His carcass had turned dark brown and resembled a deformed ancient tree. It was as still as the blood-soaked sand that surrounded it.