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Dusk decends on the city of Lagos as a cold evening breeze of Nigerian harmattan takes over but protesters still linger in the streets holding placards with different writings on them. They are protesting against the corrupt government that has degraded our nation at Lekki's Toll Gate where the government usually collect fines from anyone who wishes to cross over to the other side.

Pathetic but true.

I sit on the passanger's sit of a black SUV with tinted windows, Reverend father Koby sits beside me while Zainab and a driver sit in front navigating the heavy traffic caused by protesters who crowd the Lekki Toll gate.

Colored lights have already come on tonight and loud music is blasting through speakers with the crowd singing along charismatically. Some of the people are carrying the green-white-green flag of the country and waving it in air while others are overly excited as well discussing and arguing politics amongst themselves.

It is a very peaceful protest and a social gathering as well, everyone seems to be having fun even. I can see from the black tinted mirrors that some people are grilling fishes and meat for Barbeque beside red  ambulance vehicles. I also see a food set up for dishing out free food to protesters.

Little wonder these protesters keep protesting.

They are being treated well, having all the resources they need to keep on protesting for as long as necessary for a major transformation to happen in the country. It is obvious that some insanely rich individuals in the country are sponsoring the protests because performing on stage is a very popular musician in the country.

Ah! Little wonder the people are this excited.

I can even see live reporters from different T.V channels and international news on ground, as well as security personnel like the Man-O-War Vigilantee Group. The police are a distance away because all their attempts to stop the protests have been furtile ...

Our driver is trying to find a good spot to park the car but since he cannot even move anymore due to the crowd of people who block the road and refuse to leave. He just turns to us;

"I think this is as far as I go sir..."

Father Koby turns to me while I am lost in the fascinating view of beautiful protesters and a colorful night, he  taps my shoulder and smiles. I jerk back to consiousness and look at his cheerful face. I do not smile back at him because I am deeply worried.

I am properly dressed in a traditional Igbo attire — a red jumper designed with the drawings of the heads of lions on it and a red traditional cap with beads on my neck.

Father Koby had the clothes ordered for me. He says it exudes my African identity since I would be appearing live on international television tonight.

"Zain — " He calls the beautiful Caucasian in front.

"Yes sir." She answers.

"Please go meet with our hosts and inform of the famous Zach Orji's arrival and of his wish to address the people."

"Of course sir." She replies and swiftly exits the car to disappear into the crowd with a digital tablet in her hand.

"Zach, you must show the world who you truly are, you must speak the truth — "

"How do I even know your version is the truth?"

"Because you feel it in your bones Zach, you know it is true because even your father worked as a volunteer biochemist to find solution to the impending doom."

I grab his arm forcefully! My eyes stare into his sternly, fuming with anger.

"How did you know about my father?"

Father Koby sees the look on my face and smiles.

"Relax tiger, I am the C.E.O of a high tech intelligence organization. We sell intel to the highest bidder to stay afloat in Hydra so I know things, why would I not?"

"So that is why you need me huh? To learn about me and then sell me out — " I gnaw at him.

"No Zach, money does not matter anymore in these times when the world isending, only survival does."

"I don't believe you."

"Alright then, give me a chance to earn your trust then. Let me tell you some classified information so you know I am not a joker."

"I am listening — " My face is still wrinkled in disdain.

"Did you know that when the international government percieved that this Area 51 virus can never be contained, they began to build Noah's Arks for the preservation of their people leaving Africa behind as usual..."

"What do you mean by Noah's Ark?"

"For the Schengen Alliance it is a large lead compartment under the Atlantic Ocean, one that can be reached only by Russian naval Submarines. The lead compartment is made only for the preservation of fifty thousand people of the higher class from every country under the Schengen Alliance, mostly Eastern European countries."

He brings out his phone and begins to show me pictures of the schematics of this large underground lead plated world.

"The location is still unknown. We are working on that..." He comments as he keeps scrolling, picture after picture.

"For the Brexit Emperial Alliance it is an underground bunker buried somewhere in Switzerland. I think they still want to have claim over vast lands when all this is over..."

"And for The Eagle composed of all the American continent and Canada, trust me the Americans have class. They are moving to space ..."

My heart leaps as I behold a picture of a large Tesla space vehicle for transporting people accross various Space Stations within space. I have been hearing news of the creation of electric space cars but I never thought this could be the reason behind it.

The Amrican government probably used the hype and sale of electric cars to mask the production of space vehicles. All these innovations were simply for this time. They knew Z-Virus was coming and they were all preparin, covering up their projects with a popular global warming theory!

Sick fucks!

What scares me is the fact that my Annaliese and Fil might be on their way to space right now if it is truly The Eagle that kidnapped them. But then I wonder what could be so important about them that they had to be kidnapped by The American Alliance.

"Wait..." I tap Father Koby who turns to behold the wild wonder on my face.

"What is it Zach?"

"Father Koby, what happens to the rest of the human population? The less priviledged, the poor, the sick, the middle class?"

Father Koby simply smiles at me. His response says it all — we don't matter. If Africa as a continent does not matter then why would the poor, the sick, the middle class matter?

"How about the underground location of Hydra? We can accomodate some people there." I suggest but Father Koby shakes his head in disapproval

"No Zach, here in Africa everyman must fight for his own survival. We cannot save everyone, you have to know this." He then grabs my hand tight so that my all my attention is focused on his brown iris which I can behold through his tiny glasses.

"This why you have to go out there and tell these people the truth — there is no change coming to the government of this country, only more politics and corruption."

"They are fighting the wrong fight Zach; they should be fighting for their own survival and stocking up their homes in preparation for the inevitable. You must tell them because you are the only one they will believe."

I hate to admit it but he is right, Father Koby is right. And in this end of time the only thing that matters is to do the right thing, to do a good thing in the midst of evil deeds.

"Let's do it." I finally agree and Father Koby heaves a sigh of relief like a fish that is put back into water after a while away from it.

"Okay, okay... Hurry, the virus is already in the country."

"I will take you. Follow me." The driver in front instructs me as he exits the car.

I exit the black SUV as well following the muscular driver in a black suit. He waits for me until I reach him so he grabs me tight in his arms, hiding my face under his huge frame as we push through the crowd aiming for the colorful stage.