"Tim Lahaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 12 - Glorious Appearing" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

"Hey," Mac said, "I can't raise Sebastian, and Ray is overdue."
"On his way," Chang said.
He called Buck. "Expect adтАФ"
But he was cut off. He redialed. Nothing.
"They're coming! They're coming!"
Buck heard a young rebel shrieking just as his phone chirped, and he saw an incendiary device
hurled over the Rockefeller Museum, right at his position. He saw Unity Army troop movement
from every side, and he grabbed his phone and held it up to his ear just as the bomb hit the wall
right in front of him and clattered to the ground outside.
He recognized Chang's voice just before the bomb blew a hole in the wall. Rock and shrapnel
slammed his whole right side, killed his phone, and made him drop one Uzi. He felt something give
way in his hip and his neck as his perch disintegrated.
One of the young boys near him had been blown into the air and cartwheeled to the pavement.
Buck was determined to ride the wall as it fell. He reached for his neck and felt a torrent of blood.
He was no medical student, but he could tell something had sliced his carotid arteryтАФno small
problem.
As the wall crumbled, he danced and high-stepped to stay upright, but he had to keep a hand on
his neck. The remaining Uzi slid down into his left hand, but when he stabbed it into something to
keep his balance, it fell away. He was unarmed, falling, and mortally wounded.
And the enemy was coming.
Rayford could break his fall only with his free hand, not daring to take pressure off his temple.
His chin took as much of the brunt as the heel of his hand as he slid at what he guessed was a forty-
five-degree angle. There would be no walking. All he could do was crawl now and try to stay alive.
 Buck's feet caught in a crevasse of shifting rock, and his upper body flopped forward. He was
hanging upside down from the crumbling wall over the Old City. His hip was torn and bleeding
too, and blood rushed to his head.
Even inside the tech center of a city made of rock, Chang felt the vibration of the millions of
soldiers advancing on Petra. He was clicking here and there, flipping switches, and trying to make
calls. How far would God let this go before sending the conquering King?
Fighting unconsciousness, he tried gingerly edging along, one hand ahead of him, the other
occupied. Each inch made the angle seem steeper, the way more unstable. "With every beat of his
heart, every rush of blood, every stab of pain, he wondered what was the use. How important was it
to stay alive? For what? For whom? "Come, Lord Jesus."
Dizziness overwhelmed, pain stabbed. A lung had to be punctured. His breath came in wheezes,
agonizing, piercing. The first hint of the end was the crazy rhythm of his heart. Racing, then
skipping, then fluttering. Too much blood loss. Not enough to the brain. Not enough oxygen.
Drowsiness overtook panic. Unconsciousness would be such a relief.
And so he allowed it. The lung was ready to burst. The heart fluttered and stopped. The pulsing
blood became a pool.
He saw nothing through wide-open eyes. "Lord, please." He heard the approach of the enemy.
He felt it. But soon he felt nothing. With no blood pumping, no air moving, he fell limp and died.
Immediately after the tribulation of those days the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not
give its light; the stars will fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken.
Then the sign of the Son of Man will appear in heaven, and then all the tribes of the earth will
mourn, and they will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great
glory.
Matthew 24:29-30
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