Eternal Fire

You can't tell good from evil anymore.

The end times have come, and everyone is a soldier.

Everyone is a killer.

Death follows the warriors of light and dark in equal measure.

You run to escape your hometown as it is lit aflame.

Foolishly looking back, you see an woman of unearthly beauty stalking forward.

Unlike the rest of her body, her thighs are unarmored, but they're no good as a weak point. Anyone who could have crippled her is already dead.

She marches forward, a flamethrower in either hand.

She looks like an angel.

She brings hellfire.

Good and evil don't matter anymore.

All you can do is live or die.

You choose to live.

And you run.