The elevator doors opened on the overgrown field overlooking the city full of decrepit buildings. Stan stepped out, inhaled deeply. The stench of rot permeated the air. He walked toward the fence surrounding the field and stopped at the gate.
“I have room for three,” he said to the masses of malnourished surface dwellers.
He opened the gate and three were chosen. They followed him back to the elevator and descended into the bowels of the Earth with the man they called Savior.
When the doors opened again, far below their wretched existence above, they knew he was anything but.
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