Post by MSS Productions on Feb 19, 2021 1:59:14 GMT
The episode opens to a shot of the morning following the group’s official welcome to the land known as Eden. Everyone is gathered around the soft roaring of the morning small fires, some with their hands stretched out toward the flames and others simply enjoying the soft glow of the orange light.
The camera circles around, catching Madison and Miles sitting together and talking while Miles warms his hands in front of the crackling flame, Vanessa sitting with Preston Boyd, Josiah Crane and Alice Cornell while Gwen is sitting with Jema and Penelope.
The camera comes around again to find Abigail seated on her bike with both legs on one side and crossed at the ankle while her hands worked to reload a clip one bullet at a time. While Abigail worked however, her eyes watched the people of this new community as they inter mingled with her own people, handing them bowls of leafy greens and other vegetables.
Her eyes moved to another group of the survivors further back, standing with the three leaders that had gathered. Two middle aged men were speaking to them, ripping into a type of beef jerky, though the conversation did not seem animated, so Abigail looked back at her own people.
The camera then comes swirling outwards up into the sky and soaring through the clouds high over the twisting streets and highways leading east, past the congested checkpoint the group had recently past and down into the trees as the eerie murmur of the undead began to whisper through the thick foliage.
The shot came to a large clearing where bodies were lying everywhere, hundreds of thousands of them and in the center of the lake of death laid a blonde woman with her hair over her face and her eyes closed. Around her knelt four figures, each of them facing a different direction with their weapons lying in front of them ready to defend the blonde in the center.
The camera pulls out into the trees slowly as “Cry little Sister” continues to play, floating around the trees to catch sight of actual ferals heading in one direction or another. A teenage girl missing an arm, a elderly man with an oxygen mask melted to his face and a construction worker with his ribcage mangled all stumbling and sampling through the trees.
As the words “I can’t forget why you were mine, I need you now” echo through the speaks the camera comes around a tree and onto the roar, turning back toward the treeline just in time to see a figure walk through it.
Blonde hair and a blood soaked blonde beard. A bloody hole in his chest and glazed over white eyes heading down the highway toward Eden with a dozen other Ferals.
Jackson Mawl.
Afterlife
Episode 2
“Steel thy heart”
Starring
Bethany Kenyon as Abigail Ryder
And
Lilith Meadows as Madison Chaney
The shot immediately comes back to Eden and to the three blonde women gathered around the fire. Jema rises up from the fire and hands the small wooden bowl half filled with greens to Gwen. The younger woman tries to deny it but a stern look from Jema was all it took for Gwen to smile sheepishly and take the extra food.
Samantha Hamitlon as Jema Delacroix
Nathaniel Cartwright as Miles Wright
Adrien Cochrane as Josiah Crane
DiDi as Alice Cornell
Shanna Mitchell as Vanessa
Jema passed by Penelope, ruffling the girls hair as she made her way across the small camp the community leaders had given them to camp in to the parking area where Abigail sat on her bike reloading her clips.
Jansen Myrrh as Gwen O’Neal
Jessica Clarkson as Penelope
Ryan Corey as Preston Boyd
Eavan Maloney as Claw
Broderick Montgomery as Talon
Claire Daniels as Fang
Jema Delacroix: “You get enough to eat?”
Abigail glanced down at the still relatively full bowl of greens sitting on the hood of the truck beside her bike and shook her head.
Abigail Ryder: “Fucking rabbit food. I prefer meat.”
Jema Delacroix: “I’m sure your husband approved.”
Jema flashed a grin and Abigail couldn’t help but chuckle shaking her head in amusement as she stuffed the now full clip into her bag and began to fill the next.
Abigail Ryder: “Let’s just say he smiled. A Lot.”
Abigail glanced back up from the slender metal clip in her hand and met the blonde woman’s eyes.
Abigail Ryder: “So, what can I do for you, Jem? I don’t think you wanted to discuss my long dead sex life.”
Jema Delacroix: “I’m thinking about heading back to the checkpoint a few days back. There were a lot of FEMA tents and cars that we weren’t able to look through before we had to bug out.”
Abigail pursed her lips and after finishing the second clip slides it into the grip of the pistol that had been resting on the gas tank of the bike and slips it back into the holster on her thigh.
Abigail Ryder: “Anything specific you were looking for?”
Jema glanced back over her shoulder at the group gathered just outside the parking area, her eyes lingering on Gwen for a moment.
Jema Delacroix: “I dunno, something? Something to take her mind off what happened in Cold Creek….”
Abigail looked up and followed the former cops gaze to the young woman who was sitting and talking to Penelope.
Abigail Ryder: “She’s changed a great deal in a short period.”
Jema Delacroix: “And I don’t like it one bit. I can’t let him down, Abigail….I can’t.”
The woman on the bike took a deep breath and sighed out through her nose.
Abigail Ryder: “Alright. Get her and load up in one of the trucks. I’ll grab Madison and Wright and we’ll all make a run.”
Now it was Jema’s turn to turn her attention to the rest of the group.
Jema Delacroix: “You sure it’s safe?”
Abigail Ryder: “No? But if nothing else, they’ve got Vanessa here.”
**
The camera shifts at that moment to the fire where Vanessa sat with a pair of Peace Keepers warming her hands by the fire. The light haired woman was as grimy looking as the others, but there was something about the set of her jaw and the lines beneath her eyes which told that she was more on edge than a lot of the others.
Peacekeeper: “Ness.”
The woman turned her attention to the man sitting beside her and found a small bowl filled with green vegetables in his outstretched hand. She took it and began to idly chew as her eyes returned to scan their new home.
This so called Eden.
When her eyes fell on Abigail and the others, the woman on the bike made motion with her hand to her eyes and then to the others. The message was clear, keep an eye on things. This caused the hackles on the back of the woman’s neck to rise up and she quickly looked away.
Vanessa: “Bitch needs to quit giving me orders.”
Male Voice:“Someone’s surly this morning.”
Vanessa glanced up to find Josiah Crane standing on her left with his hands stretched out toward what remained of the fire. Vanessa’s eyes were still borderline hostile when she rested them on the blonde haired man crouched not five feet from her and she had to push down the instinct to shove him face first into the dying embers.
Vanessa: “What do you want, Crane?”
Josiah feigned an offended look, then turned his attention to the citizens of Eden who moved all around them without paying them much attention. Many of them idly biting off mouthfuls of small strips of meat.
Josiah Crane: “I don’t trust these people.”
Vanessa: “You don’t trust anyone who you cannot control, Josiah. What’s your point?”
Josiah Crane: “This place is a paradise apparently.”
Crane said under his breath, but found he had the attention of Vanessa’s Peace Keepers and the woman didn’t like that at all.
Josiah Crane: “No one is carrying a weapon. Everyone is clean, well groomed and walking around without a care in the world.”
Vanessa: Do you have a point?”
Josiah Crane: “Why the need for a wall then? They obviously aren’t trying to keep something out.”
Josiah lifts a pointed brow and reaches out plucking a small bit of carrot from Vanessa’s bowl and popping it into his mouth. The slender man rose from the small fire and walked away chewing as he hummed to himself, leaving Vanessa and those around her to think.
**
The young blonde known as Penelope had taken it upon herself to get away from the hustle and bustle of the morning in Eden and slipped away past the mammoth structure that was the wall separating the west side of the bridge from the east.
She stood in the shadow of the wall and watched as the two bikes and truck pulled around the maze like gaps in the wall until they pulled out onto the bridge and began back the way the group had come.
If she had any questions she didn’t show it.
When the bikes and truck disappeared into the distance and she began to feel it was safe to step out of the safety of the wall’s shadow, the sound of bikes sent her back to hugging it. She watched the eastern side of the bridge, the direction Abigail and the others had gone half expecting them to return, having forgotten something but instead she saw a pair of men on well kept, but dirty bikes riding toward the wall.
The two men rode in silence, riding by side and wearing patchwork clothes of old leathers and some cured animal hides. When they reached the wall the two bikes slowed to a stop and the rider on the left, an olive skinned man with long wavy black hair announced their presence with a single honk of his horn.
The man sitting on his other side was pale skinned with short brown hair and sporting a grey speckled fledgling beard. He sat on the bike with the ease of a man who had lived his entire life in the saddle with one hand resting on the butt of a pistol sitting attached to the top of the gas tank in front of him.
The two men didn’t move after the single honk of the horn but instead sat waiting patiently with neither man speaking. After a few moments of tense silence while Penelope stood near the extreme edge of the bridge, another pair of figures joined them.
One dark haired and bearded male and a very slender blonde walking beside him. The two community leaders known as Claw and Talon.
Talon: “You’re early, Reaper.”
The man on the right suddenly grinned a sheepish grin and offered a shrug.
Reaper: “Wasn’t as much out there to do as we thought. ‘Lo?”
The man beside him grunted, pulled a small burlap bag from his saddle bag and tossed it to the man standing beside the blonde woman. The bearded man pulled the ties and looked inside pulling out rotten severed fingers, each of them from a Feral.
Penny had to suppress a gag and slapped her hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet.
Claw: : “And the other requirement?”
The men called simply ‘Lo and Reaper looked at one another in a long glance, as if having a silent debate. Finally the bearded man nodded and the other pulled a folded envelope from inside the leather top he wore.
Reaper: “There’s a serious absence of Ferals, as I’m sure you noticed from the bag. It’s led to an increase in the other.”
The blonde woman flashed a wide, toothy grin and skipped over to take the envelope from the man’s hand. She leaned in and placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth with a grin and extended a hand to the wall behind them.
Claw: : “Welcome to the Gathering.”
The two turned and disappeared back behind the wall and the two began talking quietly to one another. Penelope couldn’t hear the pair and slowly began to slink along the wall toward them until she could again.
Reaper: “....skin crawl to do that?”
‘Lo: “Why the hell would it? Ain't none of my business.”
The second man’s voice was lower, more gravely than the first and held a more cold, indifferent tone. The first shrugged and kicked his bike into gear, followed shortly by the second and the two men slowly made their way into the maze of walls that made up the barrier of Eden.
Once they were gone Penelope eased her way out of the darkness with her top lip between her teeth and she began to make her way inside to speak to Vanessa.
**
The camera shifts to a two lane blacktop further down the road with the rumble of engines fast approaching. After only a few seconds, the two bikes with Abigail and Madison sitting atop them, round the corner with the truck following along behind.
The camera swings around just as Abigail and Madison veer off the road and onto the shoulder to get around a handful of parked cars abandoned near the extreme outskirts of the checkpoint. The two bikes slowed to a stop with the sound of the gravel on the shoulder crunching beneath the tires and the truck pulling up behind them.
Abigail and Madison climb off the bikes and the doors of the truck open revealing Jema and Gwen with the frame of Miles Wright jumping off the back onto the gravel. Madison pulls the Mossberg back around her and into her hands, motioning with her head to Miles to follow her as she makes her way toward the interior of the checkpoint.
Abigail glances back and locks eyes with Jema, motioning with her eyes to follow them and the blonde amazon nods gravely and follows the Scavs into the interior leaving Abigail and Gwen alone. Gwen moves in between the abandoned cars as Abigail leans down with one hand on the butt of the pistol on her right thigh to look in the windows.
On the second car along the path she spots something in the backseat of a car and pulls the passenger side door open.
Abigail Ryder: “I ever tell you about the first time I met Jackson?”
Gwen O'Neal: “It really doesn’t matt…”
Abigail Ryder: “I was fresh outta coming back from overseas on deployment….”
Abigail began ignoring Gwen completely. She leans outta the car, pulling out a suitcase and plops it onto the trunk.
Abigail Ryder: “I was really missing Diana and decided to go to a car rally where I met James.”
Gwen O'Neal: “Diana? Who’s Diana?”
Abigail Ryder: “....My sister.”
Abigail whispered looking down at the suitcase.
Abigail Ryder: “She died over there. Never found her.”
The blonde woman blew out a deep breath and flipped the suitcase open.
Abigail Ryder: “Anyway, so James invites me back to the Titan clubhouse. I usually don’t go for men like that….but he had confidence and a smile that made my heart skip a beat.”
Gwen O'Neal: “I thought this was about Jax?”
Abigail Ryder: “I thought it didn’t matter?”
Gwen flushed a deep crimson red and looked away from Abigail, but Ryder just smirked a knowing smirk and turned her gaze back to the suitcase.
Abigail Ryder: “So, he asked me back to the Titan clubhouse after the rally and I walked through the big double doors and these big, huge arms wrap around my waist and lift me up. A loud, deep voice shouting out that he’s gonna break this filly in.”
Abigail bit back a laugh, now able to look back at all of those times fondly.
Abigail Ryder: “What I didn’t know is that he was dating this chick who was built a lot like me and he thought I was Jenn. All I know is I have this big foot mother fucker with his arms around me bragging and I did the only thing I could think of.”
Abigail looked up from the suitcase at Gwen and grinned.
Abigail Ryder: “Heel to the crotch.”
For the first time Gwen cracked a smile and shook her head with amusement. Abigail looked back down, tossing the suitcase to the ground and returned to walking and looking through the windows of the cars.
Abigail Ryder: “Big fucker dropped me then and there and howled out like a cat that got his tail run over by a rocking chair. So I spin around and am about to kick him and I see he has this look of complete and absolute horror on his face. All the while James is sitting behind the bar laughing so hard he literally falls off the stool.”
Gwen O'Neal: “....”
The younger woman leaned into a car and began to look through the bags and other items inside all the while keeping her attention off the denim clad woman. Abigail glanced over as she passed by an abandoned SUV and added gently.
Abigail Ryder: “And he really cared about you.”
Gwen seemed to go tense at that moment and came out of the car holding an empty prescription bottle in her right hand.
Gwen O'Neal: “Didn’t stop that thing from ripping his heart out.”
Her tone was bitter, and angry as she tossed the bottle across the ground.
Abigail Ryder: “You can’t hold onto this kind of anger, Gwen…”
The younger woman let out a barking laugh and looked across the roof of the car she had been searching at Abigail.
Gwen O'Neal: “That’s rich coming from you.”
Now it was Abigail’s turn to tense and she leveled a look at her as if warning her to be careful.
Abigail Ryder: “And what is that supposed to mean?”
Gwen O'Neal: “You think that you have the right to talk to me about holding onto anger?”
Gwen’s face contorted into a mocking laugh.
Gwen O'Neal: “He was only in Cold Creek in the first place because you can’t let go of your own.”
Gwen then turned her back on the woman in denim and continued on.
**
The camera shifts off the stunned and guilty face of Abigail Ryder to across the checkpoint where Jema, Madison and Miles all did their own scavenging. Miles had a pair of jeans and a couple of shirts in good condition slung over his shoulder and Madison held a small plastic bag filled with various small objects hanging from her right hand.
Jema Delacroix:“You know…”
The tall blonde woman said suddenly as she rose out of the backseat of a car holding a near full six pack of beer by one empty ring.
Jema Delacroix:“I can see why you all like this.”
She added with a grin. Miles happened to glance over and his whole face lit up when he saw the beer. He quickly slid over the trunk of an abandoned sedan and pulled one of the cans off which got a faint little giggle from Jema.
Madison Chaney: “You have no idea how long that’s been sitting in there!”
The top popped with an audible crack and Miles drank it back with large happy gulps. After he crushed the can with one hand which got an exasperated sigh from Madison, who threw her hands up and cried.
Madison Chaney: “MEN!”
Miles flashed Jema a wink and continued off to continue the search with the camera shifting from his back to Jema as she glazed over at Gwen and Abigail as Gwen seemed to go off on Abigail and walk off leaving the woman speechless.
Jema Delacroix:“That doesn’t look good…”
Madison chanced a glance over as she looked through the popped trunk of a white sedan, offering little more than a shake of her head.
Madison Chaney: “You don’t lose the closest thing you had left to family easily, Jem.”
Jema Delacroix:“She’s still got me.”
Madison Chaney: “You aren’t Jackson.”
Madison said matter-of-factly and gently closed the trunk. As she did her gaze once again fell on Abigail and found her friend standing perfectly still with her eyes darting back and forth over the forest of cars.
Madison Chaney: “Jem. Miles.”
As soon as the words left her mouth a soft bird-like whistle hung in the air. A call from Abigail to get their attention and the denim clad woman pulled the glock strapped to her right thigh.
**
The camera shifts quickly from the group at the checkpoint back to the strange Eden they had been welcome into to watch as the two men rode through the final stages of the maze of walls and into the proper of the makeshift town.
As they slowed to a stop the camera came in closer to get a closer look at each of them. The first was tanned, nearly olive skinned with long wavy black hair and a beard that was about as neatly trimmed as the wasteland would offer wearing a picture of what appeared to be old biker leather and cured furs.
The other was slightly older with a more neatly trimmed beard that showed hints of grey in it. His hair was cut relatively short and wearing the same old biker leather and cured furs as the first.
The difference between the two men however was the look in their eyes. The first looked around with a strange ghost of humor in his eyes but his partner lacked those faint lines. His face was blank and empty.
The camera swung around from the pair as they climbed off their bikes to find Vanessa standing with her arms crossed over her chest and one hand lifted so a single fingernail was rested between her teeth.
Voice: “Everything okay?”
Vanessa looked back and down into the face of a little girl who couldn’t have been more than eight. She was dirty with little smudges on her face and cheeks with one arm around a rag doll that was missing an arm.
Vanessa flashed a quick smile and nodded reassuringly.
Vanessa: “Of course, Nattie. Go on back to your Pop-Pop.”
The little girl nodded and took off running back toward the small group of campers that had survived the assault on Cold Creek. After she was sure the girl was gone Vanessa glanced back at the pair of men and added.
Vanessa: “Something about ‘em….”
The camera followed as Vanessa turned and made her way back through the survivors that had fled her community, staying with her until she passed by the little girl again before shifting to a pair of hands searching through the back of a truck. Slowly it pans up the arms to reveal Preston Boyd.
Preston had a bag slung over his shoulder and was rummaging through the pack that held the spare loose ammo, all the while muttering to himself.
Preston Boyd: “Come on….there has got to be .44 rounds in here….”
Preston continued to search through the sack, oblivious to anything around him as a figure approached from the side and plopped their side onto the side of the truck beside him causing it to shake.
Vanessa: “What are we doing, hmmm?”
Preston jumped with the whole bag leaving his hands and scattering the loose rounds all over the bed of the truck.
Preston Boyd: “Jesus Christ! Don’t sneak up on me like that, Ness!”
Vanessa: “You didn’t answer my question.”
There was a hint of impatience in the woman’s voice and Preston averted his eyes down to the bed of the truck as he began to gather up the loose rounds and put them back into the bag. After he had most of them in the bag he let out a sigh, tossed the bag aside and turned to face the woman leaning on the fender beside him.
Preston Boyd: “I’m leaving.”
The camera shifts to a shot of Vanessa’s face and the expression alone said this was a conversation they had many times before. After a moment it shifts out to a wide shot to show the pair standing together beside the tailgate of the truck.
Vanessa: “We’ve been through this, Preston. I need you here.”
Preston Boyd: “And I’ve told you, Ness!”
The shout caused the eyes of those closest to them, a few of the survivors and Josiah Crane to look over and Preston flushed and leaned in speaking quieter.
Preston Boyd: “It’s only a matter of time if I stay here. Can you honestly say that Abigail is just gonna let it go? After all this time?”
Vanessa: “Maybe?”
Vanessa then came around the edge of the tailgate with the camera following behind her as she placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and leaned in to whisper.
Vanessa: “At least here you have a chance to make amends. What do you think she’ll do if you run, Pres? Let you go?”
Vanessa patted the man on the back and walked back toward the group as the camera shifted around to the face of Preston Boyd and the haunted look on his face. He wasn’t running from Abigail Ryder.
He was running from his own conscience.
**
The camera shifts back to the checkpoint where Gwen and Abigail continued through the abandoned cars. Abigail now carried an old grey backpack filled with various objects in her right hand and Gwen had a black duffle bag with a small tear at one end hanging off one shoulder.
The two walked without looking at one another but every now and then Abigail would glance over at Gwen and take her lip between her teeth. She wanted to reach out and find a way to connect with the young woman but knew Gwen’s guard was up.
Suddenly Abigail freezes and in her tracks and her eyes begin to dart back and forth on the horizon in front of her. The camera came in behind her, shifting between a view over her shoulder of the abandoned cars and of her eyes looking back and forth.
As it did the sound she heard finally came again, this time loud enough to be heard. The scrapping of shoes across the concrete. Abigail continued to scan the distance until the sight of something coming around a parked van appeared in the camera.
At that moment Abigail’s hand dropped to the glock on her thigh and she let out a shrill whistle. Gwen was the first to lift her head and follow Abigail’s eyes and she quickly returned to the woman’s side, a long bladed knife in her hand.
Gwen O'Neal: “Is it by itself?”
Abigail Ryder: “Appears to be.”
Gwen O'Neal: “So let’s kill it!”
Abigail Ryder: “No.”
Gwen O'Neal: “No?!”
Gwen looked over at Abigail like she was nuts but Abigail kept her eyes locked on the figure as it fully came into view. It was a woman with long brown hair wearing a pair of white fatigues. Half her face was covered by bleach white scars and one of her eyes was solid white while the other was solid black.
The camera shifts back to Abigail as Jema, Miles and Madison finally join Gwen and Abigail but Miles stops a few steps short of the group in shock.
Miles Wright: “That’s the bitch that cut my bike.”
Abigail Ryder: “I know….”
The woman stopped as she neared the front fender of the van and then jumped into the air, landing easily atop the van before dropping down into a crouch with her arm reaching back behind her and pulling out the strange white bone sword with a grinding sound that sent chills down their spines.
Madison Chaney: “What….”
Before Madison could get out the rest of her question the camera shifts quickly to the woman as she drives the blade down into the roof of the van and rises to stand behind it. Slowly her arms spread and her head lowers to cover her burnt face with her hair.
Behind her suddenly comes the screaming roar of the ferals and the camera shoots back to the group as all of them suddenly ready their own weapons.
Madison Chaney: “Abbi?!”
Abigail Ryder: “Deal with the Ferals!”
Without warning, one, a middle aged man with the skin melted off half his face appeared on the hood of a car beside Jema and leapt at her only to eat an arrow in the side of the face and neck sending him to slam into the ground beside the blonde woman.
With that moment, the flood gates open and they come running through the cars from every direction. Abigail’s arms come up and she opens fire on the group coming through the cars directly ahead of the group.
Gwen and Jema break off to the left, Gwen with her knives and Jema with the two hatchets. Jema slides around behind one taking it in the back of the neck with the blade severing the head as another slams into her back sending her chest down into the hood of a corvette and when the thing leans up to bring the rock in its hand down on her head she throws her head back driving the back of her head into the things face sending it back into Gwen’s knife.
Gwen pulls Jema up by the shirt, ripping one of the straps of the tank top, but leaving her the bra. Another comes jumping off a hood and Jema takes it in the chest with one of the hatchets sending it shrieking to the ground while the other comes down on its neck severing the spine.
The camera shifts over to the other side just as fire erupts from the shotgun in Madison’s hand taking a female cop in the chest sending her flying over the trunk of a car. As she slowly pushed herself up screaming a boot came down on her back shoving her into the ground. The camera comes up the leg to find Madison as the sound of a shotgun blast going off rings out and blood splatters across Madison's chest and neck.
Another Feral appears over her shoulder with a piece of metal rebar held up for a stab only for an arrow to suddenly hit it square in its screaming mouth leaving it to spin around and land beside Madison instead of hitting her.
The group stood panting and looking around with the camera panning around to each of them. All of them were now a bit sweaty but none of them appeared to be marked. Jema had the left strap of her tank top hanging down but her attention was on Gwen to make sure she was okay.
The camera shifts to Abigail just as a pair of clips hit the ground and two more were shoved into the two glocks and once they were in, she drives both guns into her thighs, shoving them in fully and braces each one, one by one, in the grooves of her elbow to chamber a round.
Abigail didn’t waste a single moment, raising both arms and firing both the guns as she walked around and through the cars. Each of the bullets ripped into the woman standing on the van, taking her in the chest and the stomach but the woman didn’t so much as flinch.
Instead she grabs the white bone sword and rips it from the vans roof and motions down with the tip of the blade to the right side of the van. After she had made her intentions clear the woman backflips off the van, landing behind it out of sight and the sound of running feet heading into the distance said she was retreating.
Madison Chaney: “Where is she going?!”
Abigail Ryder: “Shhh.”
Abigail kept her eyes on the van and the camera came around finally to show another figure coming between the vans on the van’s right side. This time it didn’t run, but walked toward them in a slow and steady march.
Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a sweatshirt with the hole in the chest was Jackson Mawl. His eyes were glazed over and blood had dried in his beard from where he had died coughing up blood.
Jema Delacroix:“....No….”
Gwen O'Neal: “NO!!”
Jema immediately wrapped her arms around Gwen’s shoulders and head, cradling her as the tears she had been fighting for weeks finally hit her like a physical blow. Madison covered her mouth with her hand and watched with wide eyes while Miles stood with his hand on her shoulder.
Jema looked up at that moment and locked eyes with Abigail and the woman in denim’s jaw set. Jema turned her back to Abigail forcing Gwen to look away.
Jema Delacroix:“Don’t watch.”
Miles Wright: “The damn bitch came here just to make sure someone was here for this….”
Madison Chaney: “...She’s taunting us….”
Abigail slid the gun in her left hand into the holster and pulled back the chamber on the weapon in her right hand. The camera came in close to see the bullet in the chamber as the woman let out a deep sigh and looked up at the slowly approaching body of Jackson Mawl.
Abigail lifted her arm only to find that her hand was trembling. After so many years hating him for a lie. So many wasted years not having someone to share the pain of losing James. To see him standing in front of her now?
It was a nightmare.
Abigail Ryder: “I’m sorry.”
Was all she could say as the screen went back and the sound of a gunshot rang out.
A gunshot and Gwen’s pain filled sob.