Experiment of Death
Experiment of Death
The tropical humidity clung to Reverend Nathaniel Moore’s skin as he trekked deeper into the Congolese jungle. A missionary with a passion for bringing hope to remote tribes, Nathaniel had spent the past year ministering to isolated communities, sharing the gospel, and offering medical aid. Today, however, something felt different—an unsettling quiet blanketed the jungle. Even the birds seemed to hold their breath.
Nathaniel's guide, Kofi, pointed ahead to a clearing where the remains of a village emerged. Smoke curled faintly from a few extinguished fires, but the silence was deafening.
“Father Nathaniel, something is wrong here,” Kofi whispered, his usual cheer drained from his voice.
Nathaniel nodded, gripping his Bible tightly. They stepped into the clearing, and the stench of death hit them like a wave. Dozens of bodies lay scattered—men, women, and children. Their faces were frozen in expressions of agony, with dark lesions marring their skin.
Nathaniel’s stomach churned. “Kofi, we need to find survivors.”
They moved cautiously through the eerie silence. Inside one hut, they found a young girl barely clinging to life. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes glazed over. Nathaniel knelt beside her, offering water and murmuring prayers. As he worked, he noticed strange vials scattered around the hut—glass containers stamped with markings in English and symbols that seemed military in nature.
“What is this?” Nathaniel muttered.
Kofi’s eyes widened. “This is not from here. These are not ours.”
Suddenly, the roar of helicopter blades shattered the silence. Nathaniel and Kofi ducked outside to see a black military chopper descending on the village. Men in hazmat suits poured out, barking orders in clipped tones.
“Secure the area! No evidence left behind!” one of them shouted.
Nathaniel’s heart raced. “We need to hide.” He and Kofi dragged the girl into a thicket, watching as the men began collecting the vials and spraying chemicals over the bodies.
From their hiding spot, they overheard fragments of conversation.
“Strain 217-D showed promising lethality,” one man said.
“Yes, but the contagion rate is lower than expected. The subjects died too quickly to allow for spread,” another replied.
Nathaniel felt cold. These men were discussing this horror as though it were a science experiment. He realized, with dawning horror, that it *was*. These people had brought death to this village deliberately.
“We need samples from the survivors,” the leader said. “Pack up anything useful. The rest… burn it.”
Nathaniel couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Stop this!” he shouted, stepping into the open.
The men turned, weapons raised. “Who are you?” their leader demanded.
“A man of God,” Nathaniel said, holding his Bible aloft. “And you… are monsters.”
“We can’t let him leave,” one of the soldiers muttered.
The leader hesitated, then motioned to his men. “Take him.”
Before they could act, Kofi charged from the thicket with a machete, creating enough of a distraction for Nathaniel to flee into the jungle with the girl. Gunfire erupted behind him, and he prayed silently for Kofi’s safety as he ran.
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Nathaniel made it to a nearby missionary outpost, where he sent a desperate message to international media and authorities. Within days, journalists descended on the jungle, but the village had been erased—burned to the ground. No evidence remained of what Nathaniel had seen.
Months passed, and the story gained little traction. The world dismissed his claims as conspiracy theories, despite his pleas and evidence. Meanwhile, whispers of new outbreaks began to surface in other remote parts of Africa, each more devastating than the last.
Nathaniel’s faith was tested like never before. He devoted himself to spreading the truth, warning of the looming threat. But as he worked tirelessly, the world spiraled toward chaos. Strange diseases began appearing in cities around the globe. Governments imposed draconian lockdowns, and whispers of a "planned pandemic" grew louder.
As the Great Tribulation descended, Nathaniel realized that the horrors he had witnessed were but the beginning. The bioweapons tested in the jungle were now being unleashed on humanity, paving the way for a one-world government—a reign of terror prophesied in Revelation. Yet, even as the world crumbled, Nathaniel held fast to his faith, knowing that God’s justice would prevail.
For in the darkest of times, light shines brightest.