“So this is a genuine apocalypse.” He just shook his head, taking a drink of his beer. “That come complete with demons, angel, the four horsemen?”
It was all slowly sinking in and he couldn’t believe that he was taking as well as he was. Having been imprisoned in Stryker’s facility for mutants paled in comparison to the world ending.
“Anyone even fighting? This whole thing seems kinda inevitable.” He shrugged lamely. He didn’t really know what to do in case of an apocalypse. Perhaps there was an army, but even an army of gifted people, mutants like him, didn’t seem like it could pose an honest threat to something like the devil.