Post by MSS Productions on Sept 4, 2020 0:07:22 GMT
The shot opened into the depot known as Cold Creek.
Morning Star Studios presents….
The mass of people were gathered just outside the interior doors of the depot with Josiah Crane and Alice Cornell standing nearest the doors leading into the building proper while Abigail Ryder, Madison Chaney, Jackson Mawl, Gwen O’Neal, Jema Delacroix and Miles Wright were all standing nearest the gate on the far side of the depot.
Standing between the two were two lines of men and women dressed in various types of clothing, though all of them wore black armbands around their biceps and held assault rifles loosely in their hands. Between the two lines standing nearest Abigail was Vanessa.
The cold chill of the early morning was broken by the sudden screaming shriek of a figure and the camera lifts to find the blonde woman in white standing on one of the ledges of the mountain the depot sat in the shadow of.
Afterlife
Episode 8
Season one finale
“The Horde”
Bethany Kenyon As Abigail Ryder
Lilith Meadows as Madison Chaney
Adrien Cochrane as Josiah Crane
DiDi as Alice Cornell
Nathaniel Cartwright As Miles Wright
Dean Matthews as Jackson Mawl
Samantha Hamilton as Jema Delacroix
Jansen Myrrh as Gwen O’Neal
JC Keaton As Preston Boyd
Shanna Mitchell as Vanessa
Jessica Clarkson as Penelope Hargrove
Introducing
Jessica Sears-Matthews as The Horde Queen
Sela Rica-Lark as sword wielding general.
Zoey Madigan-Star as axe wielding general.
Stacy Jones as scythe wielding general.
And
Samantha Tolsen as knife wielding general
All eyes lifted upward but the figure didn’t move. It didn’t charge or jump or make any attempt to make its way toward the group of living beings as any other feral would have. It just simply stood there staring down at them.
Vanessa: “The hell is that?”
Josiah Crane: “Is it a feral?”
Alice Cornell: “If it was a feral it would be jumping off that ledge to get to us.”
While all the eyes were lifted toward the figure on the mountain Madison approached Abigail’s side and began to speak to her quietly.
Madison Chaney: “You remember when we went looking for Miles? After we found the poacher camp?”
Abigail Ryder: “Yup.”
Abigail answered curtly never taking her eyes off the direction of the mountain, and Vanessa’s men.
Abigail Ryder: “Why?”
Madison Chaney: “I fell down that mini cliff thing and we got trapped.”
Abigail Ryder: “I said I remember, Maddi.”
Madison Chaney: “Okay, okay. When we found that….god...that mass grave or whatever the hell it was. There was someone lying on the very center of the cavern….”
Abigail blinked and finally did take her eyes from the direction of the men and the mountain turning her attention to Madison.
Abigail Ryder: “The girl. Surrounded by the other bodies. The one that looked like some sick fuck had posed them.”
Madison Chaney: “Right, her. Does that outfit up there remind you of….her?”
Abigail turns her eyes back to the figure up on the mountain and the camera follows, showing her still just standing there with the wind blowing her honey blonde hair back and forth across her face.
Abigail Ryder: “Holy shit...You’re right. It does look a lot like that doesn’t it?”
Jackson Mawl: “No whispering, ladies. One false move or mistake and this entire place becomes the O.K. Corral.”
Abigail looked up at Jackson, who was trying to keep one eye on them and the other on Vanessa who seemed to be whispering herself to one of the men wearing an armband.
Abigail Ryder: “In essence, when Madison, Miles and I went up the mountain? Madison and I found this….fuck, this mass grave of bodies inside. Thousands and thousands of them….”
Gwen O'Neal: “Thousands of bodies?!”
Gwen shouted, which brought the attention of everyone to Abigail who nodded.
Abigail Ryder: “Or more. The cavern was bigger than Iron Lake and filled wall to wall with bodies. Anyway...as we eased our way through we found a….god, it was like someone had staged an art piece. There was a blonde haired girl lying with her back to us and all around her like guards were three other women with their backs to us facing her. Anyway….she looked like….”
Abigail motioned to the figure standing far above them.
Abigail Ryder: “....her.”
Jema Delacroix:“So maybe she was just knocked out and made her way out?”
A sudden clearing of a throat sounded and they all turned their eyes to Vanessa who was standing with her arms crossed behind her ass again.
Vanessa: “While that is a very nice bedtime story? I still have business to attend to and all of you are still trespassing. So, unless you want this to become, as Jackson so eloquently put it, the O.K. Corral?”
Her eyes suddenly narrowed and she hissed.
Vanessa: “Get the fuck out of my safe zone.”
Gwen O'Neal: “Guys….”
Abigail turned her attention fully to Vanessa, leveling both the pistols she held aloft at her.
Abigail Ryder: “Oh, you’re gonna have to make me bitch.”
Gwen O'Neal: “...Guys….”
Jackson Mawl: “Abigail stand down!”
Abigail Ryder: “Fuck that! She’s harbering the man who murdered my husband!”
Gwen O'Neal: “GUYS!”
Abigail and Vanessa both turned to look at Gwen, each of them growling.
Vanessa & Abigail Ryder: “WHAT?!”
Gwen’s arm lifts and she points up the mountain and once again all of them turn their attention to the now two figures standing on the ledge. Standing beside the woman dressed in white is a tall muscular woman with brown hair wearing all blue. Then before their eyes another figure appears from the darkness behind the pair to step beside the woman in blue. This one with black hair holding a shortened version of a scythe.
Jema Delacroix:“Jax….that's what people saw watching us down in Hessberg…”
Jackson Mawl: “What?!”
Jema Delacroix:“The third one….the one who just showed up! It’s the thing people were describing watching Hessberg!”
The three figures then became four as another black haired woman joined the other two and even from where they stood they could see the shimmer of the black axe held in her hand. Before anyone could react another joined the group to stand beside the black haired woman with the ebony axe. Her hair was light brown and billowing in the wind and in her hand was a long, thin white object.
Miles Wright: “Holy fucking shit. I think that’s the bitch who cut my bike….”
Vanessa: “So now we got five of them….”
Vanessa tried her best to remain confident but there was a strange uneasiness that came into her voice.
The very air around them had seemed to take on a sinister feel to it. Even during their standoff it had not felt like this, the tension was rising and the group all stood staring up at the five figures up on the ledge, their breathing emitting little clouds of smoke in the early morning sun.
As the group stood in silence watching, a rumble was heard, as if there was a thunderstorm far off on the horizon. The camera shifts around to all of them, one by one, taking in the uneasy concern on their faces as all the while the rumbling only grows louder.
Now as the rumbling increases the faint shriek of ferals could be heard far off in the distance. The sound was enough to cause the line of men and women to raise their weapons and the group from Hessberg didn’t fire in return.
All of them scanning the wall of the safe zone as the rumbling grew louder yet and the snarling shrieks of Ferals grew with it.
Vanessa: “Where is that coming from?!”
Jackson Mawl: “I can’t tell!”
Abigail Ryder: “Everywhere.”
Vanessa: “What?!”
Vanessa’s eyes shot to Abigail and the woman in the denim kutte’s eyes were darting back and forth along the wall of the safe zone.
Abigail Ryder: “It’s fucking everywhere. It’s coming from everywhere.”
Vanessa: “There’s no way you could tell that! That makes no sense!”
While she shouted in response one of the men on the extreme right side of the wall suddenly let loose an arrow from the bow he was carrying. The other three men on that section of the makeshift wall did the same firing their own.
Man on the wall: “We got Ferals here.”
Vanessa: “How many!?”
She shouted, shoving Abigail out of her way as she moved toward that side of the wall.
Man on the wall: “Eight maybe?”
As she continued toward the section of the wall, another section on the opposite side suddenly raised bows of their own. Four men and a woman, all standing on the top of the wall, all loosing arrows at something unseen beyond.
Man on the opposite wall: “Seven more over here!”
Jackson Mawl: “Fifteen….? In one place….”
Jema Delacroix:“We haven’t seen anything like that in years….”
A voice from the rear of the safe zone near where the mountain met the wall suddenly shouts.
Guard: “Ten more over here!”
As soon as he was finished a man on the opposite side of the camp where that wall met the mountain shouted.
Guard: “Ten more!”
Abigail was spinning in circles listening to the twang of bows while the rumbling and shrieking grew louder in her ears. All sound seemed to dim into echoing shouts as she looked all around her, her mind working through what she was hearing.
And then her eyes went wide and she turned to shout, but it was too late.
The man standing on the wall who had first shot at the ferals suddenly went white as a sheet and yelled.
Guard: “OH GOD!”
Abigail Ryder: “GET YOUR PEOPLE OFF THE WALLS RIGHT NOW!”
Vanessa spun around to look at Abigail in shock. The rumbling now a dull roar, but the shrieking was deafening as something massive hit the walls on all sides sending the thick metal sliding backwards two inches on all sides.
The impact threw the guards standing atop the wall off balance sending all of them tumbling from the wall. Some of them fell backwards into the depot but most of them fell over the edge where it was nearly impossible to hear the screaming over the shrieking that now surrounded Cold Creek.
Nearly.
The camera pans up slowly as those within the walls all looked around in shock until it was a birds eye view of the safe zone known as Cold Creek.
The entire depot was surrounded by Ferals lined up dozens upon dozens deep on all sides but the side built into the mountain itself. It was as if a sea of the dead had surrounded the safe zone.
Hundreds of thousands of them.
Vanessa: “What the hell….”
The camera suddenly came back to a shot of Vanessa’s face looking around as if she were trying to comprehend what was happening. A loud groaning began, llouder than the sound of the screaming ferals.
The camera turns to find the gate into the safe zone was actually bending inward. Dozens and dozens of pushing and yankiing hands appeared over the top as the ferals began to climb over one another.
Jackson Mawl: “We need to get something to reinforce the gate or it’s gonna fall!”
Jackson, Jema , Miles and to their surprise five of the men wearing the black armbands all ran toward a thick metal container that was sitting behind a similar container that made up the wall. Jackson barked at Miles to get into the large truck sitting behind it but before he could say anymore something hit him in the chest taking him to the ground.
A feral tackled him to the ground and raised the jagged piece of metal it held but before it could bring it down a bladed tomahawk took it clean in the neck severing it’s head sending it toppling down.
Jackson looked up to find Jema holding out a hand down to him. He clasped her wrist and she yanked him up to his feet just as gunfire sounded off from beside the pair. The camera shifts with Jackson and Jema ’s eyes to find the gate was nearly halfway bent backwards and two dozen Ferals coming over it.
Jackson Mawl: “Hold the line! Buy Miles time!”
Jackson, Jema and the figures of soldiers all opened fire in short bursts, some of the bullets taking the ferals in the head and others the chest. The ones shot in the chest just kept coming until a bullet finally ripped through their brainstem sending them to the ground permanately.
The bumper of a large truck pressed into the metal container and the shriek of the tires screamed as the container was pushed into place in front of the bending gate securing the entrance. The camera shifts them back to Abigail and Madison watching the breach being sealed.
Madison Chaney: “Abbi, we need to get as many people out of here as we can.”
Abigail bit her lip and scanned the safe zone. All of the trucks and cars were too small but her gaze fell on two city buses that were being used to reinforce sections of the wall as the container had been near the gate.
Abigail Ryder: “Those!”
Abigail shouts over the sound of the shrieking horde.
Abigail Ryder: “Get as many people into those as you can. Tell Jackson and Miles to get people loaded into those military transports.”
Gwen O'Neal: “It’s not going to do us much good….we’re surrounded in here.”
Vanessa: “Ryder!”
Abigail’s head snapped around to find Vanessa standing beside Madison listening to every word.
Vanessa: “Come with me.”
Abigail Ryder: “I don’t have time for this!”
Vanessa: “I may have a way to get everyone out of here! Now come the hell on!”
Abigail and Madison locked eyes and Madison nodded. Abigail turned and followed Vanessa toward the doors of the depot beside where Josiah and Alice were cowering.
Josiah Crane: “Vanessa I think….”
Abigail Ryder: “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
She shouted as the two women ran past and into the depot. Vanessa led her past the room she used for her personal bedroom and down a long dark hallway lined with luminescent glow bars to light it up. At the end of the hallway she threw a door open and Abigail gasped.
Abigail Ryder: “Everyone said you never got in….”
Vanessa: “I spread that rumor. Now….”
Vanessa motioned to the left side of the room, the pair still blocking the camera from viewing what was inside the room.
Vanessa: “You take one to one side of the catwalk and I take one to the other.”
Abigail Ryder: “Go and tell your peace keepers we need a half dozen of them to help with this.”
Vanessa turned and sprinted back the way she had come.
**
The camera shifts back to the outside into the depot proper where it was pandemonium. People were screaming and crying in fear. Others yet were running around, trying to find some place on the wall where they’d be safe to climb over.
The ferals were starting to make it over the wall little by little but each time they did they were met by a bullet or an arrow from someone inside the depot proper, but more and more were slipping by every second. A scream suddenly brought Jackson’s head around and he found two ferals clawing at the bodies of two teenage girls while their father dragged their hysterical mother away.
The two ferals turned and spirited in separate directions only to meet bullets from a woman wearing a black armband. The woman looked up at Jackson, ready to say something when the point of jagged piece of metal exploded from her opened mouth. She stood wide eyed staring at Jackson as another took her in the side of the neck from another feral hitting her from the side.
Jackson looked around and found that the fighting was now happening everywhere. For every feral they stopped from getting over the top, two more were coming through unchecked. People were screaming all around the depot as they were being ripped apart.
Jema Delacroix:“Jackson!”
Jema came to a stop panting beside him, blood splattered across her neck and jaw and pointed up. He looked up and found the five figures were now coming down the mountainside at amazing speed. They were jumping from rock to rock until finally they landed on the ground at the rear of the depot.
Madison Chaney: “EVERYONE! GET INSIDE! GET INSIDE!”
Miles Wright: “THE WALL!”
His scream brought Jackson’s eyes off the five figures three hundred yards from him and marched through the camp slaughtering anyone who came within arms reach. Cold Creek was the biggest of the safe zones by far, housing hundreds and hundreds of men, women and children and all of them were outside of their homes and running around trying their best to fight.
Jackson looked over in the direction Miles pointed and found the section of wall beside where they had reinforced the gate was now completely destroyed. The two containers that had made up the wall were shoved nearly completely aside opening up a huge gap in the fence.
Jackson Mawl: “EVERYONE FOCUS ON THE GATE!”
The group turned on his order and opened fire at the charging horde coming in through the gap but at best it was just slowing it down. More and more were coming over the other sections of the wall and picking off the citizens of Cold Creek while they concentrated on the breach in the wall.
The camera shifts suddenly to Miles just as one of the ferals sprints by him, it’s weapon taking him clean in the face. Blood exploded from his scalp as he fell backwards. The shot shifts to Madison beside the door of the bus with women and children racing by. Her eyes widen seeing Miles fall and she lets out a scream of pain.
Madison sprints away from the bus as a group of ferals descend on Miles and to her surprise his arms were raised fighting to keep them from stabbing or clawing at him, deflecting blows and stabs by inches.
Miles Wright: “SOMEONE, GET THESE FUCKERS OFF ME!”
The sound of a shotgun unloading rings out and the camera shifts to Madison as fire shoots from the barrel of the shotgun. She fires in rapid bursts one after the other, each one taking one of the ferals in the head or side sending them off Miles.
She drops to her knees to check on him just as another dozen ferals come running forward at them. Her eyes were wide in terror at the revelation she was going to die and Miles just wrapped his arms around her, holding her head tight to his chest.
The camera came in on Madison’s face, her eyes squeezing shit as she realized the horrible truth, She was going to die but before the Ferals hit a voice screams…
Abigail Ryder: “Madison! GET DOWN!”
**
The camera shifts to the back of the denim kutte worn by Abigail Ryder as she yanks her arm backwards with a loud, audible click of a weapon loading. Her whole body begins to shake as the eruption of gunfire screams over even the sound of the horde below. The heads of some ferals exploded instantly, while others yet are torn in half, more yet lose limbs from a single shot.
The camera shifts over at the sound of a second eruption of gunfire to find Vanessa on the extreme other side of the catwalk surrounding the depot, her hands around the grips of a 50. machine gun.
The camera moves down to watch the bullets ripping through the horde that was surrounding those still standing. Jackson looked up with a relief happy laugh while Madison pulled Miles up and threw his arm around her shoulder.
The camera follows her as she helps him across the depot and into one of the two buses that was now filled with people. The camera catching sight of Josiah and Alice in the extreme back.
The camera shifts up to the catwalk again while Abigail mows down sections of the horde but her eyes were drawn a figure running from the dept interior and toward the buses. Preston Boyd.
Abigail Ryder: “Mother fucker!”
She stopped shooting long enough to turn the gun toward where he was running only to find it wouldn’t turn that far and let out a frustrated growl.
Abigail Ryder: “I got you, you bastard.”
Her hand dropped to the pistol on her thigh when a scream rang out. Madison’s scream. She looked back and found two dozen ferals trying to force the door open while Madison and Miles held it shut.
She let out an angry curse and grabbed the machine gun’s grips again and swung the gun back around. From her angle she could shoot across the side of the bus without actually hitting it and opened fire.
The bullets ripped through the horde shredding the ferals into tiny chunks.
While she did Vanessa kept hers pointed at the hole, killing anything inside the gap without mercy or hesitation to open up a way out.
**
Jema Delacroix:“Jackson! We gotta go!”
Jema shouted over the sound of the machine guns and the screaming horde which never seemed to so much as slow down. Jackson looked up and found Jema drenched in sweat and blood. He himself was cut in a half a dozen places and panting.
Jackson Mawl: “You, me and Gwen will get everyone we can loaded into the tru….”
He never got the line out as a hand grabbed him by the back of the shift and yanked. The big man was lifted clean off his feet and thrown nearly a hundred yards backward away from the gate and the busses.
Jema and Gwen let out a shout of surprise and began to work their way toward him working in tandem to kill any of the ferals that came within arms reach. Gwen paused long enough to reload the rifle in her hand and when she looked up to resume fighting a hand connected a backhand across her jaw. The force of the blow sends her flying backwards into Jema and the two women fell.
They looked up to find the muscular woman in blue coming at them. In each of her hands she held a long knife made of a strange blue mineral. Her face was covered in blood and streams of black veins ran across her neck and throat. As if her blood had rotted inside her. She grinned an inhuman grin at the pair just as five of the men and women in the black armbands stepped between them and opened fire. The woman darted out of the path of the bullets and began to slice into the peace keepers, laughing all the while.
The other four were spread out over the depot killing anyone and everyone who got near them. They didn’t even pause to stab the body as the other ferals did.
The woman with the white blade, the white acidic burns and nose ring drove the blade through the back of an old woman and ripped it out again, shoving her off and to the ground where the other ferals descended on her.
The woman with the black ax looked much like the woman in blue did, with blood stains soaking her face. Prominently around her mouth, beneath her nose and around her eyes. As if she had bled out and the blood had stained her pale skin. She took one of the peace keepers in the spine with the ax, just enough to sever the spine and kicked him off the ax allowing the ferals to finish the job.
The final woman wields a scythe about half the size of a normal scythe. Her hair was charcoal black, like the woman with the axe but her face wasn’t blood stained. It was scarred across both cheeks and down the center of the face as it had been cut open and stitched back up. She literally danced, through the crowd the scythe cutting anyone who she found nearly in half and leaving the pieces for the horde.
The blonde woman in white was standing between Jema , Gwen and Jackson. The camera swung around her to find it wasn’t a dress she wore, but military fatigues that had been dyed white somehow. Her eyes were solid white and her hair a beautiful honey blood.
Jackson got to his feet and raised the shotgun. It exploded with a loud crash, the blast taking the woman clean in the chest but she didn’t so much as flinch. Her arm shot out and grabbed him by the throat while the other slapped the gun away. She never spoke, just stared into his face as her free arm darted forward.
Blood exploded from Jackson's mouth and across her once beautiful face. The blood ran down her skin slowly as she watched him with that expressionless look. Behind her Gwen and Jema both let out matching screams of agony.
Jackson tried to look away from that face but found himself unable while she very, very slowly pulled her arm back away from him, her body blocking the camera.
Jema Delacroix:“JACKSON!”
Gwen O'Neal: “JAX! NO!”
The camera came around just in time to see the woman’s hand literally in his chest cavity to the wrist and pulling backwards. Each inch let out a ripping sound until finally she pulled her hand fully free and Jackson Mawl looked down at his own beating heart.
Gwen O'Neal: “JAX! OH GOD NO!”
Jackson looked over at the two women and opened his mouth to speak but all that happened was blood poured out of his mouth and across his beard.
Jema Delacroix:“We gotta go!”
The blonde woman shouted in agony and grabbed the younger woman by the wrist. As she tried to pull her away from Jax and the woman leading the Horde Gwen shook her arm violently trying to rip her arm free to get to Jax.
Gwen O'Neal: “I WON’T LEAVE HIM!”
Jema’s arm shot out and the handle of the gun in her hand drove into the back of the girl's head. As she fell Jema threw the woman over her shoulder, she looked back just once, to see the white clad woman toss Jackson’s lifeless body aside like trash.
Jema’s face was a mask of unimaginable pain and regret. Her lips quivered in agony and tears streamed down her face. She had loved Jackson so much, but she knew deep inside he’d never forgive her if she let something happen to Gwen.
So she ran for the buses with the unconscious young woman over her shoulder.
**
The shot shifts back up to the catwalk where Vanessa’s gun finally begins to click as she pulls the trigger. She looked over at Abigail who continued to shoot and Abigail nodded her head toward the door.
Abigail Ryder: “GO! GET TO THE BUSES AND TELL THEM TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”
Vanessa wanted to argue but nodded and took off toward the door leading into the building. The shot turned to follow Abigail as she watched Jema loading an unconscious Gwen, or she hoped unconscious, onto the bus and the doors slammed shut. On the other side of the buses a girl with blonde hair had found herself stuck near the trucks and had no choice but to climb on one of the two bikes, Madison’s and the bike roared to life.
Below the door slammed open and Vanessa came through the door with an assault rifle in her hand. She opened fire on the ferals who were starting to swarm that side of the depot with her no longer on the other big gun. She weaved through the crowd barely making it to the first bus as it was pulling away.
Abigail concentrated fire on the gate but it was unneeded. The ferals had all but abandoned that part of the depot and were now gathered on all the other sections of the wall and climbing over. As if someone was controlling them to stay away from the large arms fire.
When her gun finally began to click the buses were pulling onto the street and heading in the direction of Hessberg. She released the grips and turned just in time to see one of the five women that had appeared on the ridge walk through the opened door Vanessa had departed through. The woman with the stitched up face turned to face her and the two locked eyes.
Abigail Ryder: “....Chelsea….?”
She whispered but had to throw herself over the edge of the railing as the woman threw the ax she carried in a spinning arch. The blade embedded itself into the wall where Abigail had been standing. Ryder hit one of the metal containers making up the wall with a loud thud and gasped trying to breath as she rolled instinctively away from the screaming horde.
She fell again just as a pair of feet landed where she had been lying a second before. The camera panned up to find the dark black haired woman with the stitched up flesh staring down at her. Abigail looked up, finally able to breath and pushed herself up with one arm, the other held tight to her stomach.
Abigail scrambled to her feet and threw her leg over her bike. She kicked it to life and held one hand on the handle bar with the other held protectively across her lap. The bike roared to life and pulled out just as the woman landed behind her with the ax in her hand.
Abigail made it out the hole the horde created in the fence just as the horde began to close the gap again, with it closing seconds behind her. The camera lifts into the air to watch the bike heading down the road with the horde following it out at full sprint.
It shifts then back to inside the depot as the blonde woman walked through the mass of bodies lying across the ground. The four other women all made their way to her and began to walk in formation all around her. One in front, one behind, one on the right and one on the left with the blonde directly in the middle.
The camera focused in on the whites of the blonde's eyes staring blankly at the hole in the wall. She didn’t so much as gesture or look around but all around her the bodies of the dead began to slowly rise to their feet. The only ones who remained on the ground were the ferals killed by those fighting to escape the depot.
The camera finally comes in on Jackson Mawl, blank eyed and snarling.
Now just another member of the Horde.
**
The shot shifts to following the buses speeding down the nearly empty road. The two bikes ride out in front of the buses as the soft orchestra sounds of “Grave Digger” by Blue Saraceno begin to play over the scene.
The shot follows the group as it rounds a corner and pulls to a slow stop on a hill overlooking a camp far below. It comes in to focus on the faces of Josiah Crane and Alice
Cornell looked through the windows staring at the remains of Iron Lake.
“Grave Digger, Grave Digger.
Send me on my way.
Release me to this earth.
Within this shallow grave.”
“Grave Digger, Grave Digger
Bring me to my knees.
Forget what I have done.
Forgive me if you please.”
Though nothing moved inside. Not a single body remained.
“Save me if you can.
The time for me has come.
Let me be the one that got away.”
“Grave Digger, Grave Digger
Slowly fill my grave.
Whisper to your god.
Allow me to be saved.”
The shot flashes back to the national guard depot which was now burning. It slowly comes around to find the horde heading back the way it had come at a slow steady walk. The five women walking in the middle of the horde.
The shot shifts back to the group coming around the corner to Hessberg. The two buses and the bikes slowed to a stop outside the opened gate and the doors of the bus opened.
“Grave Digger, Grave Digger
Pray for my lost soul.
Release me from this earth.
Allow me to grow old.”
Madison steps out of the bus while Abigail steps off her bike, her arm still cradled to her stomach as she grimaces in pain. Madison brought her hands to her mouth in horror as she looked into the fence. Jema exits the second bus, a look of horror on her face. Behind her Gwen sat in one of the seats hugging herself and crying.
The image of Jackson’s face, blood running down his mouth and beard appeared to flash as if showing those watching the images that haunted the young woman.
The camera slowly comes around to look into the opened gate. The tents that had served as the storage doors for a lot of the units had been broken clean in. It slowly shifts from unit to unit, each one of them had been transformed into a living quarters and all of them were splattered with blood.
“Save me if you can.
The time for me has come.
Let me be the one that got away.”
The shock on Abigail's face was palpable when Vanessa motioned to her and one of the surviving PeaceKeepers helped her reset the shoulder back into its socket. The shot followed Madison, Miles and Jema as she moved through the remains of Hessberg, blood was everywhere but like with Iron Lake there were no bodies.
They were part of the Horde now.
“Oh my god
Can I be saved?
And not forgot?
I’ll hold out hope
It’s not too late.
So I’ll pray.
I’ll pray it’s not too late.”
Jema Delacroix:“We barely got out in time.”
Miles Wright: “No one here had the kind of weapons Vanessa did….that horde ran right through them…”
Madison Chaney: “What do we do now?”
A set of boots appeared in the shot and the camera came up the back of a pair of slender legs up to that denim Kutte.
Abigail Ryder: “We do what we always did.”
The three of them all looked back at Abigail and the camera shifted to find that everyone was looking at her now. Vanessa, Josiah, Alice and all the others all stood watching Ryder.
Abigail Ryder: “We survive.”
Abigail said simply, but fiercely.
Abigail Ryder: “No matter the cost.”
Slowly the camera panned out as the song playing in the background came back into the forefront. It watches the group gathering what supplies they could. Food, drinkable water and loading it into the two large trucks parked near the gate. The blonde who had taken Madison’s bike had turned out to be Penelope who did her best to stay as far away from Josiah and Alice, sticking near Vanessa. Preston Boyd stayed inside the second bus the whole time, a shot of him staring out the window at Abigail showed the concern on his face.
“Grave Digger, Grave Digger
Rest his weary bones.
Help me on my way.
Don’t me die alone.”
Once the trucks were loaded Jema climbed into the driver's seat of one with Gwen beside her and Miles, the wound on his head still an angry red but closed, climbed into the driver's seat of the other. Vanessa walked back into the second bus and got behind the wheel while Josiah got behind the wheel of the other one.
The doors of the buses pulled shut as Abigail and Madison climbed on their bikes. As the bikes roared to life the first line of the Horde came around the corner. They saw the group and began to shriek and scream in rage sprinting toward Hessberg. Abigail waved her hand in a circle and pulled away with the buses pulling out behind her and the two trucks behind them.
By the time the Horde reached Hessberg the group was well past it and into the city. The camera shifts up into the city skyline showing the horde slowing to a walk and entering the city proper while the small caravan exits the city heading west.
“Grave Digger, Grave Digger
Take what I have left.
Give to the lost.
Upon my dying breath.
Save me if you can.
The time for me had come.
Let me be the one that got away.”
The scene slowly fades to black on the roaring of the horde with the camera swinging it through the massive army of the undead. It swings past Jackson Mawl’s reanimated body to the five women walking in the center.
The shot comes in close to the face of the blonde, the Horde Queen and her empty lifeless white eyes as the words whisper.
“Let me be the one that got away.
Let me be the one….that...got...a...way.”