The Last Remnant

The Last Remnant

Chapter 1

The morning of January 20, 2025, was a bitterly cold one, befitting the somber mood that hung over Washington, D.C. Donald J. Trump’s second inauguration as president drew a smaller crowd than his supporters had hoped. Rumors of terror attacks had kept many at home, glued to their screens as helicopters hovered over the National Mall, scanning for threats.

Samuel Hayes, a quiet man with a farmer’s resilience, watched from the crowd. He wasn’t there to celebrate but to bear witness. When the ceremony ended without incident, he bowed his head, thankful for the fleeting peace. Yet, as he walked back to his modest lodging, he couldn’t shake the unease pressing against his chest.

Chapter 2

Disillusionment followed swiftly. Trump’s much-anticipated pardons for January 6 prisoners were selective. Only those he deemed "truly wronged" were released. The rest remained in their cells, their pleas unheard. For Samuel, the fractures in the system became undeniable. The hope many had placed in Trump seemed misplaced, a glimmer fading under the harsh light of reality.

Alex Jones, once a vocal proponent of Trump’s cause, began to waver. His broadcasts, once fiery and full of confidence, now carried a tinge of betrayal. “We were fooled,” he told his listeners, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. “This isn’t the man I thought he was.”

Chapter 3

As winter turned to spring, "Operation Warp Speed 2.0" was announced. Bill Gates stood beside the president, their uneasy alliance a symbol of shifting priorities. The new mRNA HIV/AIDS vaccine was marketed as a necessity—a shield against the pandemics of tomorrow. The vaccinated lined up in droves, driven by fear and promises of safety. But the results were catastrophic. Reports of vaccine-induced AIDS began to surface. Those who received the shot found themselves more vulnerable, their immune systems eroded.

Samuel’s church, once a sanctuary for the unvaccinated, began to change. As pressure mounted, the leadership caved. They started advocating for compliance, claiming it was necessary to "preserve community." Samuel watched in horror as his pastor encouraged congregants to take the vaccine and, later, the biometric chip. Those who resisted were labeled divisive and unchristian.

Betrayed, Samuel gathered those who refused to conform and left the church. They formed a small fellowship in secret, meeting in barns and fields to worship and pray. They knew the churches had aligned with the system, abandoning their mission to stand for truth.

Chapter 4

Then came the fog.

Drones appeared in the skies, releasing an invisible haze over cities. Within days, meningitis outbreaks swept through the population, hitting the vaccinated hardest. Their compromised immune systems stood no chance against the bacterial onslaught. Fear morphed into chaos as the sick filled hospitals, and the streets became battlegrounds of blame.

Samuel’s farm, miles away from the nearest town, became a haven once more. Families fleeing the cities arrived in desperation, bringing with them stories of the drones and the fog’s devastation.

“It’s not just sickness,” one man whispered. “It’s control. The churches are in on it too. They tell us to obey, to trust the system. But it’s all lies.”

Samuel felt the weight of those words. The betrayal by the very institutions meant to shepherd them cut deeply. Yet, he pressed on, refusing to let bitterness take root.

Chapter 5

In the first months of Trump’s second term, the administration declared a national economic emergency. Utilizing the International Economic Emergency Powers Act (IEEPA), Trump announced sweeping tariffs targeting both allies and adversaries. He promised it would revitalize American manufacturing and secure the nation’s economic independence.

The declaration was divisive. Supporters cheered the bold move, claiming it would restore jobs and strengthen national security. Critics, including business groups and foreign leaders, warned of economic retaliation and the collapse of global trade.

Samuel listened to the news on a battered radio, his skepticism deepening. “This isn’t about protecting anyone,” he said to the group one evening. “It’s about control—same as the vaccines, same as the chip.”

The tariffs led to immediate consequences. Prices on imported goods skyrocketed, and essential supplies became scarce. The administration's promises of prosperity rang hollow as inflation surged, leaving families struggling to afford basic necessities. For many, the tariffs were the final blow in an already crumbling economy.

Chapter 6

Trump, now 82, seemed powerless to halt the unraveling. The economy plummeted into depression, and his administration’s efforts to maintain order only deepened the divide. His support for Israel, coupled with a two-state solution, fueled a relentless war in the Middle East. At home, the universal basic income program, tied to a biometric chip, became the government’s solution to the mounting crisis.

The churches, now aligned with the state, preached acceptance of the chip as an act of faith. “It’s just a tool,” they claimed. “God wouldn’t want you to starve.” But Samuel and his group knew better. The chip was no mere tool; it was the mark of the beast.

“We will not take it,” Samuel told the group one evening, his voice steady. “Our hope is not in this world.”

Chapter 7

The Great Tribulation descended with unrelenting force. The fog spread further, creeping into rural areas. One night, Samuel found a young woman at the edge of his property. She was weak, bearing the chip in her hand and haunted by regret.

“I thought it would save me,” she whispered as Samuel carried her inside. “But it took everything.”

Her words echoed in Samuel’s mind as he knelt by her side, praying for strength. She passed within days, another soul lost to the system. Her grave under the oak tree became a somber reminder of the price of compromise.

Chapter 8

By winter, the drones were a constant presence, their hum a reminder of the powers that controlled the skies. Supplies dwindled, and the group’s faith was tested daily. Yet, Samuel’s resolve never wavered. Each night, they gathered to pray, their voices rising above the din of the world’s collapse.

The churches in the nearby town had become hubs for the system, offering food and shelter only to those who bore the mark. Their steeples, once symbols of hope, now loomed like sentinels of betrayal.

One evening, as the fog rolled closer, Samuel stood on the porch, watching the horizon. In the distance, the faint lights of a drone blinked against the dark sky.

“Even so, come, Lord Jesus,” he whispered, his voice steady despite the tears in his eyes.

The fog reached the farm’s edge, but the group’s prayers continued. Their story did not end in triumph but in steadfast hope, a testament to grace amidst tribulation.