Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 47: The prophecied tsunami.

It was not a noticeable shift in the beginning just a ripple on the surface of the ocean. Those that were in the water suddenly noticed something unnatural. Dead fish suddenly floating to the surface. Their silvery bodies glistened in the drizzle, unmoving and eerily symmetrical in a single line.

And then, there was a mist blowing in the wind, hidden in a sudden fog. Inland, dogs started to bark, birds stopped chirping. Every animal was suddenly too afraid to make a sound.

Then the ocean started to pull back slowly, winds picked up speed. The tsunami crept into view--not with thunder but silence and mist, rising like a beast uncurling from slumber.

Inside the last beacon church ferry, the martyrs held hands and sung louder as it was overturned. Air horns on ships and other vessels on the water blasted loudly but they were lost in the wind.

"What the hell!" One bay watcher shouted, eyes glued to wave which was about to swallow him.

People run out of the water, locals and tourists alike, guided by instinct. But the waves were determined to feed on the island. They grew stronger, sharper and more violent.

"Help us please." Screams came those that were being dragged down by the waves but there was no one to help, everyone was fighting to stay alive.

Drone cameras caught it live; the entire chunks of the island with the people on it vanishing under frothing green water. Radios chattered, signals glitched, lights flickered as under water cables tore.

A news station helicopter camera caught a whirlpool spinning open like a cracked iris, swallowing a luxury cruise liner whole. There were seven thousand people on board!

That same camera recorded footage of Janet Kailani vanishing into the mist with her microphone. More screams came, they were endless and echoing never to be forgotten by those that heard them.

The local news network crashed under the weight of viewership. Emergency alerts blared across all the Islands; the laughter had stopped. The party had ended. A helicopter fled one of the islands with people dangling desperately from its landing skids.

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Meanwhile The Last Beacon church channel was bombarded with a wave of comments. Some were praising Pastor Salem, others were renewing their faith and there those that were blaming him for not having prophesied on time to save the millions that had just died.

Sales for the tickets to the promised land were through the roof.

Hundreds were already flocking the church gates; some were even climbing over the closed gates such that they could get inside. Now, they believed in the apocalypse that Pastor Salem had said was coming.

"Ha-ha see them scramble in, desperate as vultures." Pastor Salem watched from the window of the board room.

Moon, whose face was swollen and nose bleeding after a beating, was trembling. None the less, she was not out of her mind with fear as she had seen worse things than violent men in the apocalypse. But a part of her was regretting having partnered up with Pastor Salem.

The bastard seemed to think he was in charge. He was forgetting that without her prophecies, he was nothing. "I hope that you will quit doubting my prophesies going forward."

"I am sorry my dear Moon." Pastor Salem smiled apologetically, the smile fell as he spun around to face the other deacons. "Hike the prices of the tickets to the promised land, only those that are willing to surrender all their earthly possessions to the church will be saved." He ordered, with arms behind his back, he strolled back to his chair laughing like the death of all those people amused him.

He left the boardroom and went to the pulpit and a new live broadcast of the church was started. His face morphed, from twisted pleasure to sorrow and agony. With his hands raised like he was seeking divine intervention or grace, he addressed his subscribers.

"Brothers and sisters, today you have seen the work of our Lord. He promised and he has fulfilled. Many of you doubted the prophecy because of the timing. But you forget is that our Lord is never late. He is always on time. His delay was a test of our faith."

He looked into the camera directly. "YOUR faith and you failed. You chose to laugh and mock our great Lord. It is time for you to repent and renew your faith. There is no more time to waste. You all must choose now." He told those watching. "Come to the promised land or perish." He then prayed for them and signaled for the producer to cut the connection.

Behind the curtain, Moon clapped theatrically, she was an actress, but the man was an even better actor.

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At Westbrook, everyone that had watched was silent, horror in their eyes. Islands had really been flooded and were now below the water. Millions of people were dead just like that! That luxury cruise ship being swallowed up like that, it had made many of them stand and put their hands on their heads and they gaped in disbelief.

Aside from Pastor Salem’s prophecy, there had been no warning. Experts had even laughed and encouraged people not to panic and remain calm. Those with family members on the islands were already making phone calls that were hopeless.

In the distance, one of the builders was wailing because his wife and children had just gone there for the first vacation of their lives.

Rori Quinn pinched Warren’s ear. "Next time, when Hades says go left just go left. What would have happened if you were there?"

"I-I.." Warren’s words dissolved into silence.

Hades left out a long sigh. "There is worse to come, isn’t there?" He whispered.

Sunshine nodded, her voice raw. "This was just the ocean’s whisper, the earth has not spoken yet."

The tsunami had not arrived at the same time as it had done in her last life, but the day was the same. The victims, they were also the same.... mostly. Garrick’s party had changed some things. No--Moon’s interference had changed things.

In her last life, there had been a lot more fishing boats on the water when the tsunami came. But there had been less people at the beach.

And that mist...Sunshine felt a chill on her arms. She had not known that the mist had shown up in the tsunami. The sense of urgency in her multiplied.

"Dwayne, tell the men to get back to work." She shouted.

Her words seemed cold, under the circumstances and she knew how she would be viewed. But she did not care for what they thought. When they showed up at the base looking for help and shelter, they would thank her for being a heartless slave driver.

Three hours later, a whine of rotor brought a helicopter down on the Quinn base. It landed there because it was running very low on fuel.

Everyone looked up sharply, they were not expecting anyone. Armed men with weapons moved closer to where it was touching down.

The helicopter descended unsteadily, unsteady, landing gear scraping against the ground. The pilot’s door burst open and out jumped Garrick Voss, the man who invited thousands to the island and escaped as soon as he sensed trouble!!

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