American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 516 The Second Coming of Christ
In New Mexico, on an endless, straight highway, there is a small restaurant.

This highway originally connected Mexico and America, and cars frequently traveled along it. Occasionally, drivers would need to eat, which is why this small restaurant opened here.

Originally, this small restaurant was doing quite well before the apocalypse, and many cars would stop at the restaurant when passing by this road.

But after the apocalypse, no cars would pass by anymore, and the restaurant's business suddenly stopped.

If business stops, so be it. After all, making money in the apocalypse is pointless. The key issue is that supplies are hard to come by in such a remote place.

The only good news is that even zombies and undead wouldn't come to such a remote place, so the people living in the restaurant are very safe.

There are currently six people living in the restaurant: the owner, the owner's son, the owner's son's girlfriend, a black chef, and a young couple.

There's no need to say more about the owner's family and the Black chef; they've always lived here.

The young couple had their car break down on the highway and were brought back by the kind boss.

The six people in the restaurant are now in a dilemma because the owner's son's girlfriend is about to give birth.

"Dad, Claire is about to give birth, we have to think of something!"

That's right, the boss's son's girlfriend is also named Claire, a name that seems to be very common in movies and TV shows.

The speaker was Jeep, the restaurant owner's son, a fairly handsome young man who looked very honest.

The young man's father, who is also the restaurant owner, is a typical middle-aged American man, except that his expression is somewhat bitter and resentful.

“Jeep, of course I know Claire is going into labor. I went to Santa Fe to look for any survivor settlements, but the whole of New Mexico has been overrun, and there are no doctors to be found!”

Santa Fe is the capital of New Mexico. Although New Mexico is rich in mineral resources and is a transportation hub connecting Mexico and America, it doesn't have any particularly famous cities and has a small permanent population.

The largest city, Albuquerque, has a population of only 400,000 to 500,000, yet it accounts for a quarter of the state's population, which shows just how desolate the state is.

"Dad, we can't find anyone in New Mexico, but we can go to Texas! The people there are tough, maybe we can find a doctor who can help Claire save money!"

Upon hearing this, the Black chef, who had been maintaining the kitchen utensils, immediately spoke up.

"Wait a minute! Texas? I absolutely will not go to Texas. The people there will definitely drag me over to grow cotton!"

Jeep looked helplessly at the black chef.

"Kyle, if you don't want to go to Texas, you can stay in the restaurant. We won't force you!"

Kyle had worked as a chef at the restaurant for ten years, and he and Jeep were like family.

"Then I have no problem!"

At that moment, the woman among the young men and women sitting not far away suddenly raised her hand.

"I heard there's a survivor settlement in Texas called Falls, and it's said to have well-maintained facilities! We were originally planning to go to Falls, but our car broke down on the way."

Upon hearing this, Jeep became very interested.

"Waterfall Town? Where is that place?"

"It's said to be not far from Austin."

"Austin? That's not too far from us, we can get there in a day!"

As he spoke, Jeep kept looking at his girlfriend's protruding belly beside him, his eyes filled with tenderness.

His girlfriend Claire was also radiating maternal glow, and the two of them were very much looking forward to the birth of this new life.

Looking at his son and future daughter-in-law, the boss, as the head of the family, finally made up his mind.

"Alright, let's get ready and head to Texas! Kyle, you stay here at the restaurant!"

"Good boss!"

"Boss, can we go to Texas with you?"

The boss looked at the young man and woman with surprise.

"The two of you? But if you two are included, there won't be enough room in the car!"

Claire is pregnant, and about to give birth. How could she possibly squeeze onto a crowded bus with other people? What if she accidentally knocks the baby out?
The young man and woman exchanged a glance, and then the woman quickly spoke.

“Howard can sit in the back of the pickup truck, just cover him with a tarpaulin! With me here, it’ll be easier to take care of Claire.”

Upon hearing this, Jeep looked at the boss.

“Dad, Sandra has a point.”

The boss pondered for a moment before making a decision.

"Alright, then I'll take you all with me."

Soon, the restaurant began to bustle with activity again, something it hadn't done in a long time.

Although the journey from here to Waterfall Town doesn't take a full day, it's still advisable to pack extra luggage to prevent any unexpected incidents along the way.

Whether it's food and water for the journey, or weapons and ammunition.

Fortunately, the boss's car was a high-horsepower pickup truck, and that's where the pickup's functionality came in.

However, just as everyone had finished packing their luggage and were preparing to leave, an unexpected guest arrived at the restaurant.

Although the restaurant's business almost disappeared after the apocalypse began, a few survivors would occasionally escape from Mexico to America.

The young men and women currently working in restaurants fall into this category.

However, most survivors would be very disappointed, because the situation in America is no better than in Mexico.

These survivors would occasionally bring news of Mexico and then use the bullets to buy some food.

When business came in, the owner still greeted him.

"Are you here for a meal, sir?"

The newcomer was a middle-aged, bald man with grayish skin. He appeared to be very strong and imposing.

The guy ignored the boss and stared intently at Claire, or rather, at Claire's stomach. This strange gaze made Claire feel very uncomfortable.

Jeep, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. He stood in front of his girlfriend and frowned at the bald middle-aged man.

"Sir, what are you looking at?"

"found it."

The bald, middle-aged man said something expressionlessly, and then walked straight toward Claire.

Sensing something was wrong, the Black chef immediately pulled out a shotgun from under the counter.

This restaurant is located on the US-Mexico border, where conflicts often occur, so guns are essential, especially after the apocalypse.

Although the boss is a kind and good person, even good people need weapons to arm themselves.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing! Back off right now!"

The boss quickly pulled out a revolver, aimed it at the bald middle-aged man, and shouted a warning.

However, the bald middle-aged man, much like someone opening a cheap website late at night, completely ignored the warnings on the webpage and chose to continue walking towards Claire.

The boss had no choice but to fire a shot at the feet of the bald middle-aged man, but the man still did not stop, not even for a moment.

"Go away!"

With a gentle nudge, the bald middle-aged man sent the Jeep flying, then grabbed the panicked Claire by the shoulder.

"Jeep! Claire!" The black chef was very anxious, but he dared not fire because he was worried that the shotgun might accidentally injure Claire.

But the boss gritted his teeth and, with a heavy heart, fired a shot into the back of the bald middle-aged man.

The bullet hit the bald middle-aged man in the shoulder, but instead of blood, some gray substance flowed out.

"Waterfalk?"

Everyone at the scene, including the fallen Jeep, was stunned. This was clearly not a normal situation, since even if a zombie was injured, it wouldn't bleed this color of blood.

"it hurts!"

Claire's screams woke everyone up, and Jeep quickly got up and attacked the bald middle-aged man at close range.

Unfortunately, bullets couldn't harm the bald middle-aged man, so what use were the Jeep's fancy moves?
At the critical moment, a figure suddenly burst in through the window. This person pulled out a whip from his waist, wrapped it around the bald middle-aged man's neck, and pulled hard, easily ripping off the bald middle-aged man's head.

After losing his head, the bald middle-aged man's body immediately lost its strength and he fell backward to the ground, gray blood gushing from his neck and seeping into the floor.

The whole process happened so fast that everyone present was caught off guard.

It wasn't until the bald middle-aged man's body had completely turned into a pool of gray matter that the boss remembered to thank the person who had saved his future daughter-in-law.

"Madam, thank you so much for your help! Are you a nun?"

Because the beautiful woman who saved Claire was indeed wearing a black nun's habit, the boss was very curious about her identity.

The nun in black nodded.

“My name is Isabella, and I am indeed a nun.”

As she spoke, Isabella walked up to Claire, who was still somewhat emotionally unstable, and examined her closely.

"Finally found!"

Jeep hugged his girlfriend to comfort her, then asked the nun in black.

"Excuse me, what exactly are you looking for? Why did that monster just say it had been found too?"

Isabella patiently explained.

"The child in this girl's womb is the Holy Son who can save the world, the new Jesus."

"What? So Claire is the Virgin Mary?"

Howard, who was standing some distance away, couldn't help but mutter a sarcastic remark upon hearing this.

Isabella ignored Howard and continued questioning Claire.

"Madam, are you a virgin?"

Claire hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Did you have a strange dream one night about ten months ago?"

Claire frowned and tried to recall; things from ten months ago were not easy to remember, let alone something that was just a dream.

"I...I'm not quite sure."

"In that dream, was there a twelve-winged angel in a red robe who told you that you were about to give birth to Christ?"

Isabella's reminder finally brought Claire back to her senses.

"Yes! I really did have such a dream!"

After asking the question, Isabella placed her hand on Claire's stomach to feel it.

"There's no mistake, it really is the Holy Son!"

But after hearing Isabella and Claire's conversation, Howard's first reaction was something else entirely.

"What the hell! Jeep, you haven't slept with Claire? And you can accept her child?"

Jeep fell silent. He had never played poker with Claire before. They had only started talking shortly before the apocalypse began, and just as things were about to get serious, Claire suddenly became pregnant.

This news plunged Jeep into depression, and his hair almost turned green.

However, because the Jeep family were devout believers and genuinely loved Claire, they prevented Claire from having an abortion and prepared to take on the responsibility of being a father.

Yes, that's a really strong story!
However, Howard and Sandra clearly didn't believe that such a thing as a virgin pregnancy could actually happen, so their eyes kept sweeping over the black chef Kyle and Claire.

Hey! What kind of look is that?

The boss frowned deeply because he knew nothing about this; he had always believed that the child in Claire's belly was a descendant of their family.

"Jeep, is this for real?"

Jeep nodded helplessly.

"Yes, the child in Claire's belly is not mine."

Claire quickly made her stance clear.

“Bob (the boss's name), I really am a virgin! You can have Sandra or this nun examine me; I don't know how this child came about!”

Because the pregnancy was so bizarre, and the end of the world was fast approaching, Claire only told Jeep about it.

Isabella also helped to explain.

"This woman is indeed a virgin, I can vouch for that! The child in her womb is a gift from God!"

Howard, watching from a distance, couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself! I have an African American friend who likes to say 'This is a gift from God' when his girlfriend is pregnant, and then he runs away not long after. So God is actually an African American?"

Even Kyle, the Black chef, couldn't help but react to these words; they were just too real.

But Bob, Howard's father, glared at him angrily.

"Howard, if you can't speak properly, then shut up!"

Upon hearing this, Howard covered his mouth and went to a corner to whisper with his girlfriend Sandra.

Only then did Bob calmly look at Isabella.

"Madam, how can you prove that what you're saying is true?"

It seems Bob still doesn't believe Isabella.

So Isabella revealed her angel form.

The unfolding of the 12 light wings immediately shocked the restaurant.

"Do you believe it now?"

Bob knelt excitedly before Isabella. He was a devout believer, which explained his excitement upon seeing the angel.

"Your name, sir?"

"My name is Michael."

"So it was the Angel of Judgment!"

“You can call me by my human form’s name, Isabella. Okay, Bob, now’s not the time for chatting. That gray-haired man was one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the War Knight’s alter ego. Now that he’s found the Holy Son, the other Horsemen of the Apocalypse will arrive. We must get the Holy Son to Fallstown as soon as possible; it’s the safest place!”

"Okay, I'll go get the car right now! What's that, Hou Lixie?"

(Adapted from the film "The Second Coming")
(End of this chapter)