This time, our present, was the end of the age. Or, at least the slippery downward slope heading toward the end. My name is Nikki and with my husband Reg we tried our best to protect our growing group of survivors. Times were tough and getting tougher, but we were believers, followers of The Way. We had the Lord on our side and we clung to Him like a baby grape to its vine. These tough times were, without a doubt, the end times. The signs were there-fires, famine, floods, earthquakes, a one world order government take-over. Christians were hunted like animals during open season. Chaos reigned the planet. The "zombie apocalypse" had happened. We'd been warned about it-about what was going to happen-for years. Centuries, actually. Everything that happened had been foretold in ancient texts, some written in the years before Christ walked the earth, and some long after He had risen from the grave. But even the ancient texts hadn't completely prepared us for just how difficult those times would be.The End