Your head is pounding, mouth dry. It feels like every inch of your body is scraped or bruised.

“I prepared my family for this moment. And you took them from me. I should kill you for what you’ve done. But you’re all I have left, now. You’re my family. And when this world is ready to be borne anew, we will step into the light.”

You pull against the handcuffs that are keeping you on the bed, trying to get away from Joseph as he approaches the bed.

“I am your Father and you are my child. And together, we will march to Eden’s Gate.”