Half-crazed after they saw a vision of Christ, a small group of people moved to the city from a rural town. The vision filled them and dispelled the rancid feelings that they were bumpkins; that they were looked down on by city folk. Across the valley, driving, one of them had suggested that perhaps they were the last apostles. And that the final apostles were empowered to tell the people the end of the earth, the end of all we know. They were shown that the city was an empty construct of an old and dying soul. They were shown the collapse of all the systems in place that created the infrastructure. They were shown how the people would go mad, would become hysterical when they realized that they carried the truth. They prepared themselves for the skepticism that would greet them. It was a shock, then, when they first arrived and drove down the long and crowded main avenue. For there, hanging out the windows and lining the streets by the thousands, were demons of every description; howling, waving, smirking, laughing as the group drove its car slowly through.