A stinging ringing pops Rol ears. He is thrown across the battlefield with his rifle in hand. He rolls in the dry red dirt not even checking for injuries he shoots two at the Zealot which is trying to kill him. "Why won't you die!" He shouts.
The Zealot is wearing doctrine supplied battle robe and is using his icon to lay waste to his village. Everyone in his village thought the war was rich people's problems since it's them with the houses and Internet that the zealots are trying to kill but now here he is fighting for his life a hunting rifle older him and he is thirty already.
Rol jumps to his feet as he sees his bullets frozen in the air, "Fuck! Shit man how do I this bitch?" The Zealot focuses on two other villagers who just dashed out of the town hall where they had been gathered to hear her out. She came of course to spread Doctrine. She blasts the pair who were the first to walk away when she was speaking. Their bodies floating the air as she speaks a prayer and they explode in vapor. The bloom of blood carried on the wind. Rol tuck his rifle and runs to the opposite building. In the villages 'cbd' there are three buildings besides the town hall. Each building was built by the government, so besides being small they are also ugly and barely functional. The sign on the gate says hospital but Rol has seen a hospital on a television. This ugly brown building is just a four room house that is cleaned often on the inside only. He slides around the gate wall, peaking to check on the Zealot.
The Zealot is actually rubbing a speck of blood that fell on her robe from the people she just killed. Her face contorting and twisting like the words she was speaking. Rol doesn't like Doctrine because it doesn't provide solutions.She wanted them to give up pork, but nothing else survives in these barrens lands that Rol calls home. The last attempt killed two hundred and fifty heads of cattle and tripled the pig population from the excess meat that the population of hundred and twenty four couldn't finish.
He reloads his two shooter, taking aim again. He is terrified but also determined the Zealot killed his sister her blood still on his knees when he slipped in the puddle that was Zoraya. He has to rub his eyes twice as the thoughts of his only family disintegrate. He pulls his rifle close to him trying to settle himself. He has never killed a real person, he looks over again and she is gone. Rol moves his basic training kicking in, he is the village guard against hippo's and lions attacks. One of the first lessons taught is that a moving target is harder to hit.
Since the three building were built at the same time they are connected by an underground sewer system. He opens the thin sewer main lucky for Rol, his village doesn't have a functional sewer so the strong smell shit tell where not to go. He moves as quickly as he can above his head loud pops and several screams and explosions are going off. He is sure ninety nine percent is here and she is killing everyone.
Rol comes out of the sewers back at the Town hall where his bullets are as He only has two remaining which are in his rifle. Unfortunately the back wall of the Town hall is not complete because the bricks were stolen. Or at least that the mayor said. The Zealot is right in front of him as he lifts his rifle she lifts her icon. Her icon is a small carved stone that looks like a compass. Rol body stiffens as he is grabbed by an invisible force. She pulls him in closer he can't even move his arm. He tries he doesn't want to die he wants to kill her. His heart erupting in his chest, fear, grief and hate. Tears rolling down his face he grips his rifle tighter.
The Zealot smiles as he struggles, she twists her icon making it difficult for Rol even to breathe.
"If you recant your false gods and say to me you will accept Doctrine," Aliayah says to Rol, in Rineheim the subspeaker necklace she wears transmitting her voice in the regions subspeak. She is here after all to save these people from the lies of the false gods. Rol struggles his is fuming veins bulging.
"Never I would rather..." As Rol says these words Aliayah twists her icon again the sound of bones cracking and Rol of all things is smiling. He is about to die and he is smiling.
Bang!