Doomsday packet

The sky gets a scar as a lightning bolt cuts it open from the top of the cloud down to the earth below.  The once blue and satin soft sky has turned into a cotton balls that seemed to have sucked up to much oil and filth during the years.  Weather is now controlled by a nuclear reaction and can change as quickly as a breath of fresh air.  Thunder plays it's rolling drums and big rain drops starts a war with the ground as it smashes itself unto the dry dirt and broken tar of the streets.  The buildings now seems like large monsters bearing the marks of a deadly conflict.  A newspaper does a waltz down the streets as it gets steered by a sudden breeze.  A cool drink can rattles it's way down towards a drain where it drops never to be seen. 
A boot steps into a pool of water and a glowing cigarette bud collides with the tar and bounces, releasing sparks of glowing ash into the pool of water with a soft 'sizzling' sound.  The boot belongs to a tall man, his face under the shadow of a wide brim hat.  The leather jacket gathers drops of water and it runs small lines across the curves.  Devon pushes his hand under his jacket and pulls out a cigarette from a crunched up cigarette packet and pushes the stick of death between his lips.  he pulls out a shiny gasoline lighter and clicks it into action inhaling the light blue smoke deep into his lungs and then blowing it out in a high pressure squirt.  He quickly glances towards the empty ruin of a building to the right swearing he has seen something move there.  The huge buildings with windows that looks like empty eye sockets, hosts some of the most strangest beings man has ever seen.  Some used to be humans but since the nuclear holocaust and the near extinction of man with the Grey goo attack a few years ago, this place has been the refuge of those who have failed life through mutation and years of agony.
Devon shakes his head and brushes away his left hand sleeve to reveal a digital watch. Eight thirty...
'His lat.....'
" Aaah Devon" announces a familiar voice.  The voice that has changed since this whole affair...a voice stretched to the limit.
Devon nods and walks towards him. 
"Nick." he says and without even asking the shaky hand of his friend reveals a package with a letter.
" You were right Devon....' it sounded like he wanted to cry.' This changes a lot of things....' Devon takes the package and looked with concerned expression at his friend who has released a tear.
" So it's true then....' Sigh Devon and looked at the package and then around him.
'So we are forgotten then?' it almost felt like a tear was going to escape.  Devon falls onto his knees and slowly opens the package and reveals a Chalice with written inscription on it in Hebrews ' Drink and you shall be forgiven and the doors will open to heaven as my second coming has arrived...'