Darksiders: Dayz

Through the scope, he saw Death. The pale rider had dismounted. He wasn’t reaping souls. He was standing over a fresh body, one hand hovering above its chest. For the first time in eons, Death looked confused.

“You fear the end of days,” Death said, his voice like grinding stones. “But you are already living in the aftermath of something worse. You are not fighting for survival. You are fighting for a world that forgot how to die.” darksiders dayz

He mounted his pale steed and rode back toward the ridge, leaving the survivor alone with his empty rifle and the moans of the hungry dead—neither Heaven nor Hell caring which side won, because neither side was left to keep score. Through the scope, he saw Death

The survivor pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through Death’s cloak, harmless. Death turned, skull-face impassive. He was standing over a fresh body, one