True Believers

By Todd Daigneault

A Canadian doctor slowly comes to a startling conclusion that he may be trapped in the depths of hell, especially after seeing three moons orbiting the Earth and the dead coming to life. Also, he bears witness to many frightening and terrifying phenomena that is tinged with evil.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Todd Daigneault
• Release date: Jan 3, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452370309

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True Believers

by Todd Daigneault

Smashwords Edition

(c) 2014 Todd Daigneault

Part One: The beginning, the end, or the middle...

Awakening slowly, methodically, I was careful to stretch out my injured right limb. A very recent car accident had inflicted a series of bad tendon strains and some degree of traumatic muscle injuries to my right leg. Although I had healed somewhat, my orthopedic specialist still foresaw some degree of rehabilitative physical therapy to fully heal, towards getting the leg fully functional and mobile again.

My name, Dr. Samuel Jensen, psychiatrist; specializing in severe psychological traumas, practicing in Vancouver, BC, Canada. However, I was originally born and reared in London, England. My parents and I came over to Canada when I was twenty-five. My father was a Scandinavian, whose family had settled in England after World War II, my mother a native-born Englander who could trace her ancestry back to William the Conqueror; me still having somewhat of an English accent. My friend referred to me as that Limey bastard; when he was mad at me. However, he always said it with a mischievous grin---because he loved me as his dear friend. We had been to hell and back through many trials and tribulations over the last several years.

Canada had always been a second home to us, my family and me coming over many times during my youth. As a British SAS commando in my early twenties, we did military exercises with both Canadian and American military unit. Being in Canada so much, gave me a love and an appreciation for the vast country and its people. After my discharge, I moved to Canada, going to university, and becoming a top North American psychiatrist within a few years of graduation.

Injured was I while swerving my car accidentally into a tree while trying to avoid a kid who came running out of nowhere, my seat belt restraining my body but my leg suddenly and inexplicably shooting up at a seemingly impossible and bizarre angle, absorbing the shock of the collision, seemingly an autonomic nervous response. It helped save my life, but damaged my leg.

The kid looked like he was partially dressed in a grim reaper costume with what looked like a real scythe; scintillating fragments of light bouncing off what had to be very solid and very sharp iron, from the midday sun---the sharp edges bouncing off the most light from its highly reflective and deeply-angled surface. He had a very realistic looking skeletal mask that seemed to be partially on, partially off. I could barely see the youthful look of those early formative years, partially marred by what seemed to be fake blood that looked horrifyingly real.

The mask indeed looked like human bone, looking like it was purposely bleached out in the hot sun, and I had seen enough human bones over the last few years that were also the same, and when I was a medical student. With all of the events of the last few years---it would not be a surprise to any of us! Although this was probably, a symbolic archetype of people still caught up in the apocalyptic events that had swept over the earth; a leftover of my own mental traumas.

I was certain to be suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome.

Even the battle-hardened paramedics who had seen more death and