The Death of the Dregs

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As Leona was walking down the streets of the city composed of huge sky-reaching buildings, a man dressed in rags fell down in front of her.

“The time has come, prepare for the Day of Judgment, God will find you and take you…don’t worry you will live eventually and eternally with Him,” the old man said.

Then as Leona watched him he died. She didn’t know how he had died, but he was definitely dead. To confirm her suspicions she leaned over the body of the man and put her hands upon his cold neck, searching for a sign of flowing blood. She felt nothing but death and motionless fluids. At that same moment, three men dressed completely in white came running down the sidewalk towards her. They pushed through the crowd of people, as if they were running to catch something. When they reached the dead man they scooped him up, while they continued running. One man grabbed the ragged man’s head, the other two grabbing his legs. Before Leona could ask any questions the men were gone, running quickly down the street. Leona stood there awhile, wondering what had just happened, not fully grasping what did happen.