Post by MSS Productions on Mar 5, 2021 2:37:59 GMT
The shot opens to the sound of a feral screaming and the grunted exertion of multiple people fighting mixed with the sounds of weapons hitting flesh. After the final wet sound of an impact and the sound of a shotgun blast there was silence for a moment broken up by the sound of bone sliding through metal.
The sound of a female voice seemed to ask something from the distance but it sounded so far away the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the voice. The silence that followed was broken by the sound of someone walking, dragging feet on the ground and the sudden heart breaking scream that could be heard clear as day.
Gwen O'Neal: “NO!!”
Another pause came as the camera stayed on in the darkness, only the sound of the dragging feet and the snarling of a feral.
Jema Delacroix: “Don’t watch.”
Abigail Ryder: “I’m sorry.”
The words were followed by a loud gunshot and the pain filled wailing scream of a young woman which trailed off into a fading echo to be replaced by the sound of something hitting gravel and dirt.
The shot opened on the check point the group had been investigating in the last episode, focused on what appeared to be drag marks on the ground. As the camera followed the drag marks voices could be heard over the sound of something hitting the gravel and dirt.
Madison Chaney: “I won’t leave her alone here.”
Gwen O'Neal: “I’m not leaving period!”
Miles Wright: “She asked us to leave her alone….so we do.”
Gwen O'Neal: “I don’t care….”
Miles Wright: “So. We. Do.”
A sudden sniffle could be heard as the camera continued to follow the drag marks until it came to a pair of boots and up a pair of motionless legs. The torso was covered by a bloody sweatshirt with a hole in the chest and the face was turned away from the camera, long hair splayed across the concrete.
Standing behind it off the edge of the road stood Abigail Ryder, the Titan M.C. Logo once so proudly displayed was now shown to be dirty and blood stained. Ryder stood over an empty hole holding a shovel, which she raised to her hidden face and sniffled again.
The camera pulls back a bit as Abigail tosses the shovel up out of the hole and climbs up out of it.She brushes her hands off on her denim jeans, of course bringing a close up on one of Abigail’s better features in the process.
The camera followed behind her as she leaned the shovel on the fender of the beater motorcycle and eased herself down on the side of the seat, with the camera slowly swinging around to show the feet lying in the dirt beside her own feet before moving up her back to show her wipe her nose on the back of her hand.
Abigail Ryder: “He never hated you. Not really.”
Abigail said softly and sniffled.
Abigail Ryder: “Sometimes at night, when it was just us on the road he’d talk about the old days. He was more in...disbelief...than rage. Disbelief that you would do that to Junior.”
Her leg shoots out and kicks the side of his, causing his leg to shake slightly.
Abigail Ryder: “You should have told him you bastard.”
She sniffled again and crossed her arms over her lap.
Abigail Ryder: “James would have understood. He’d have had your back. He’d have stopped the exile. Talked them all into letting you go Nomad. You wouldn’t have had to go this alone….”
She sighed and looked off into the distance.
Abigail Ryder: “....We wouldn’t have had to go it alone. But you wouldn’t have met Jema then I imagine….”
She blew out a deep breath and stood up, brushing her thighs off and looking down at his motionless body.
Abigail Ryder: “I’ll keep an eye on her and on Gwen. Thanks….for everything.”
The shot pulled out wide to watch as Abigail, slowly, inch by inch, pulled the body of Jackson Mawl to the side of the hole. As she dropped down into the hole and pulled him down and finally as the sun began to drop the neon green words appeared like slime across the center of the screen to the sound of her moving dirt over the body with the silhouette of another figure just barely out of view.
Afterlife
Episode 3
“Monsters in the dark“
Starring
Bethany Kenyon as Abigail Ryder
And
Lilith Meadows as Madison Chaney
As the camera comes in on the Eden community small fires are revealed all over the makeshift small town. The camera shifts around catching the glare of flame off metal that had not been seen before. Large tree-like objects, hidden in plain sight, and all made of rusted, painted steel that had been mistaken for bits of the wooden fencing before.
Samantha Hamilton as Jema Delacroix
Nathaniel Cartwright as Miles Wright
Shanna Mitchell as Vanessa
DiDi as Alice Cornell
The camera slowly swings around making a stop at each of the fires where the people of Eden and their new guests had slowly but surely begun to intermix. A pair of older looking gentlemen were sitting with Vanessa’s peacekeepers and a family of four, munching away at those strips of beef jerky while the others ate their salads. Another pair, an older woman and her teenage daughter sat talking to Josiah, Alice and Vanessa.
Morgan Payne as Katherine Gray
Khary Kenyon as Reaper
Forge Mitchell as ‘Lo
Jansen Myrrh as Gwen O’Neal
The camera continued around until it came to the two men sitting near one of the fires furthest from the gate and like all the others they were treated to fruits and other vegetables. However that proved to be by choice when the camera comes in on an old man with long wiry hair offering the pair the strips of meat from a ornate golden labeled bowl.
Old man: “Partake?”
The two men looked at one another and then gravely back to the old man, each shaking their heads.
Reaper: “No, thank you.”
Lo’: “We are unworthy.”
Jessica Clarkson as Penelope Hargrove
Adrien Cochrane as Josiah Crane
Ryan Corey As Preston Boyd
The old man walked away, happy and uninsulted and the camera swung around to reveal a figure approaching from the far side of the camp holding her bowl of fruit. As they neared the fire the face of Katherine Gray was revealed and Reaper glanced up at her. He looked back down at his bike only for his head to come up again sharply to watch her as she passed.
Eavan Maloney as Fang
Broderick Montgomery as Claw
and
Claire Daniels as Talon
Katherine continued by unaware and oblivious that she was being watched by the curly haired man sitting on the bike. Reaper’s arm came out and smacked the back of his hand off his partners chest, motioning to the woman as she was passing.
Lo’: “Hey.”
Katherine continued on, sure there was no way these two men were speaking to her. No one ever speaks to her.
Lo’: “Hey, you. Dr. Gray?!”
That got the brown haired woman to turn around and lock her eyes on the pair of men. The look on her face was one not of confusion, but of blind shock.
Katherine Gray: “Did you just say….”
Lo’: “That is you isn’t it?”
Before the woman could answer Reaper saw the way she tensed and leaned back on his bike, keeping his hands in clear view.
Reaper: “We were part of the 127th.”
The woman’s whole expression changed in a split second and she visibly relaxed. She looked behind her over one shoulder and then the other, making sure no one else heard and then approached the pair.
Katherine Gray: “127th?”
Reaper: “Two years.”
Katherine Gray: “Smitty made it out?”
The two men glanced at one another and then back at her as if they had no idea what she was talking about.
Reaper: “Smitty? Don’t know any Smitty.”
Katherine Gray: “You sure? Tall, tan skinned with a nasty scar on his mouth?”
Lo’: “You mean Morales?”
A small sheepish smile touches the corners of the woman’s mouth and she snaps her fingers pointing at the big bearded man.
Katherine Gray: “Morales, yes. That’s it. Must be my memory after all these years.”
Lo’: “The last time we saw you….”
Before he could finish she glanced behind her and cut him off.
Katherine Gray: “Yea. It’s been a few years.”
Reaper: “I figured people like you would be with whatever remains of the government.”
Katherine Gray: “Government?”
The woman let out a soft little laugh and shook her head.
Katherine Gray: “No. I was sent back state-side on one of the evac planes. Couldn’t even get settled before this all went to shit.”
Lo’: “Didn’t join up with anyone when it all started?”
Katherine Gray: “If you two had time to connect with anyone you’re very lucky. The connection was vastly superior than anyone thought and spread very, very quickly.”
The two men each snorted and shared a glance, perhaps secretly hoping that there had been some kind of organization hidden somewhere. Anywhere.
Reaper: “Well, the 127th was ordered to take orders from you so, I guess that makes you the highest ranking officer then doesn’t it?”
The camera comes in on the look of shocked realization on the brown haired woman’s face.
**
The camera shifts away from the shocked face of Katherine Gray to another of the fires where Josiah, Alice and Vanessa sat with a handful of the Eden residents with the group discussing the particulars about the Ferals.
Vanessa:: “What do you all do about the Ferals?”
Eden Resident #1: “Most of them cannot navigate the walls.”
Eden Resident #2: “And those that do? We have guards on duty near the entrance at all times.”
Eden Resident #1: “Only a small handful make it through, maybe once a month.”
While they sat talking the camera pulled back to watch Josiah slipping away and disappearing into the darkness. The camera shifts from spot to spot, following Crane as he moves from one dark area to the next passing by old boarded up shops that had been converted into living areas.
It shifts again to show a building that had once been a small town hall with stairs leading up to the thick wooden doors. The same statues glimmered and shined reflecting the light of the fires in the not so distant distance.
The camera moves in toward one of the boarded windows and through it into a room decorated with furs and other bits of polished metal. Claw, Fang and Talon all stood at a large wooden table with a roaring fire burning in the fireplace with another three, but unlike all the others these were dressed in ragged furs.
Fur clad Woman: “We received the information.”
Claw: “We assumed as much.”
Woman: “We did let them in after all.”
The red and black haired woman known as Talon snapped her fingers and opened her hand impatiently.
Woman: “We do not have time for this. The Divinity is coming soon and we are far behind schedule.”
A man, also clad in the ragged furs, handed a roll up piece of paper to her and she turned, spreading it out across the table with the camera coming in close to reveal it was a man of what appeared to be North-Eastern Arkansas.
Fur clad man: “There are three deposits in the radius, great lady.”
Talon looked up from the map to Claw and Fang locking them in intense stares.
Woman: “And you are sure the information is credible?”
Claw: “We wouldn’t have let them in otherwise.”
Woman: “The information Reaper and Lo’ bring has always been good.”
Woman: “Good.”
She turned her attention to the group in the ragged furs.
Woman: “Send out three teams.”
Fur clad man: “Three?”
Claw looked over at the bearded man standing with her and Talon and then back at the black and red haired woman.
Claw: “This outpost is yours and we would never dream to offend, but are you sure that is wise?”
Woman: “We do have visitors.”
Woman: “Would you rather Divinity arrive and things not be prepared? So see to it.”
The camera pulls out back through the window where a dark outline was standing near the outline of the house looking through a small crack. Slowly the camera pulls around until it reveals the face of Josiah Crane.
Josiah Crane: “Divinity?”
**
The camera shifts out again coming into a group of four hovering around one of the fires nearest the gate. Miles and Madison stood near one another speaking quietly while Jema and Gwen sat across the fire not speaking much. Each of them trying to process what happened and what they had seen.
Miles Wright: “You need to give it more time Maddie.”
Madison Chaney: “More time? She’s out there on her own Miles.”
As the two talked the younger of the two blondes on the other side of the fire looked up sharply.
Gwen O'Neal: “If you’re going then so am I.”
Jema looked up and immediately shook her head hard.
Jema Delacroix: “No you aren’t.”
Gwen turned and looked at Jema, the look on the young woman’s face was down right ugly. It was feral, angry and more than a little bitter.
Gwen O'Neal: “SHUT UP!”
The conversations around the fires suddenly stopped and all eyes turned to the fire nearest the gate as Gwen threw herself up from where she was sitting, her shoulders pushed back and her lips pulled back into a snarl.
Gwen O'Neal: “Who do you think you are to me?! You blew Jackson a few times and suddenly that means you get to tell me what the hell to do?! You aren’t my mother Jema, and I am not your problem!”
Jema stared up at Gwen, her mouth opening and closing but no words actually came out. After a moment she pushed herself to her feet and walked away. Madison shot a look at Gwen, who stood panting and then turned and followed after her leaving Miles standing alone with the young woman.
Miles Wright: “That uh…”
Miles let out a deep sigh and kicked a bit of the dirt and gravel toward the fire.
Miles Wright: “That was...uh...really messed up kid. No matter how angry and hurt you are, she is too. And she’s just trying to do what’s right by someone you both loved. So, maybe cut her some slack?”
Without even giving her a chance to respond Miles grabbed the folded up bow from the ground and headed away into the darkness.
**
The camera shifts into another section of the community to the sound of footsteps crunching the leaves and grass. It slowly pans up to find Jema walking in the shadow of one of the walls far away from any of the fires.
She walked with her head turned away from anyone so no one could see the fresh tears glistening on her cheeks. The camera followed her slow steps until a second set fell in line with the first and Jema looked over.
The camera turns with her gaze to find Madison walking beside her. Jema sniffled back a tear and looked away to wipe her eyes, as if she didn’t want Madison to see.
Madison Chaney: “You okay?”
Jema Delacroix: “Of course.”
Madison shook her head and laid a hand on the taller woman’s shoulder.
Madison Chaney: “....Jema?”
Jema Delacroix: “.....”
Jema’s lip trembled but she kept her eyes on the smaller woman’s face.
Madison Chaney: “She shouldn’t have said that. We all know all you are trying to do is honor Jackson.”
Jema sniffled again and turned to look at the fire burning nearest them.
Jema Delacroix: “It’s more than that. Before all this, before the world went to hell? I was a rookie in the Fort Smith PD. Me and another girl, Linda, were both with our training officer, a hard ass named Loras. Anyway, we come across this woman...standard trailer type getting beat up by her peice of shit boyfriend. Refuses to press charges. The whole nine.”
Madison follows along, nodding as she walks beside the amazon blonde woman.
Jema Delacroix: “Nothing we can do Srg. Loras tells us but I have this gut feeling. I just….feel….like somethings gonna happen. I tell him and Linda I wanna wait. Pull out of the park and just park down the street so when the next call comes in, and I know there is a next call coming in, we’ll be in place and able to help.”
Madison Chaney: “And what happened?”
Jema Delacroix: “He called it in and the sup on duty said that we can’t be worried about crimes we think will be committed on one street while ignoring the other 1124 that were in our afternoon patrol route.”
Madison Chaney: “Well….he’s not wrong.”
Jema Delacroix: “So we leave and sure enough twenty minutes later the call comes in for another domestic at that same address but now we’re the closest unit to the scene but we’re fifteen minutes away.”
Madison Chaney: “Some people…”
Jema Delacroix: “So we get there and both the girl and the husband are near death. When no help arrived she stabbed him and...in retaliation he shot her.”
Madison Chaney: “He...shot her?”
Jema Delacroix: “ Yup. Both of them died before the ambulance could arrive..”
Madison finally stopped and turned to look up at the big woman walking with her.
Madison Chaney: “Why are you telling me this?”
Jema Delacroix: “That feeling I got standing there and watching that girl closing the door of that trailer? I get it when I look at Gwen now Maddie. Something bad is coming. Something bad for her. I can feel it deep down and I know that if Jackson were here? If he were here he would know what to do….”
Suddenly Jema’s voice broke and tears began to spill down her face.
Jema Delacroix: “But he’s not here. He’s not. It’s just me and she won’t let me help her. She’s so angry that we weren’t able to save him…”
Madison Chaney: “Something bad is coming for her?”
Jema Delacroix: “I can feel it in my soul Maddie…”
Madison Chaney: “Then we don’t let it.”
Jema Delacroix: “We don’t….?”
Madison Chaney: “For Jackson.”
Jema Delacroix: “For Jackson.”
Jema agreed with a faint nod.
**
The camera shifts from the community known as Eden to the darkness of a small one horses towns down on the side of a highway. As it scanned the empty abandoned street a small glow could be seen through the windows of the one store that sat on the street corner.
The camera moved in through the window and into a run down, half looted department store. Beside the cash register sat a Scav’s bike sitting cleaned and pristine, shimmering in the light of a fire that burned inside a trash can a few feet from the front tire.
The camera continued to pan around until it reached the fire and found the blonde and brown haired Abigail Ryder seated in front of it. A rodent sat on a stick atop the flame, half eaten, with a chunk of cooked meat held between her fingers.
The camera shifts around to show the shadow of Abigail’s face as she chews silently. The tears had all but stopped but her eyes were still haunted and far away. As the camera stayed in one her eyes the scene suddenly shifted to the events of Cold Creek. The shrieking Ferals and the screaming civilians with the automatic gunfire of the two mounted machine guns.
Voice of Abigail Ryder: “GO! GET TO THE BUSES AND TELL THEM TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”
An image is shown of a black haired woman holding a ebony ax coming through the door leading to the second floor catwalk before shifting back to the eyes of Abigail Ryder.
Voice of Abigail Ryder: “....Chelsea….?”
The sound of a body hitting something metal brought the image back to the battle in Cold Creek and Abigail rolling off the cargo containers and landing with a hard thud on the unforgiving ground.
The shot returns to Abigail sitting in the department store as she ran her hands down her face and blew out a deep breath.
It was clear that Abigail couldn’t shake what she had seen.
And whatever it meant to her.
**
A campsite in the darkness appears with a small group of people gathered around a campfire. Three men, two women and a teenage girl.
The shot shifts then to another campsite with the fire burning down to embers and a half a dozen small tents set up.
The shot shifts again to show a group of filthy trucks all pulled together into a circular unit, no one milled around this sight, the only sound was that of a cricket.
The shot shifts back to the first campsite filled with laughter and happiness, coming in to see a couple sitting with the woman leaning into her significant other's side. Another rose up from where she was sitting with her own and made her way over to where the teenage boy sat and leaned down kissing the top of his head.
Woman: “We had a close call this morning. You okay?”
Teenager: “I said I’m fine mom jeez.”
The man sitting across the fire from the pair chuckled.
Man: “Your moms a worrier. You can’t stop it. I’ve been trying for years.”
The woman speaking with her son made a face and turned sticking out her tongue at her husband before disappearing into the darkness where a SUV and a station wagon were sitting with their lights off in the dark.
Teenager: “Was she always like that?”
The boy asked with a little chuckle but before his father could answer a sudden thud caught the attention of everyone at the fire. The thud was followed by a strange silence. Everyone looked at one another and the boy's father’s eyes narrowed on the darkness between the cars
He looked back at the group gathered around the soft fire and the man who was with the group rose from his seat into a half crouch.
Man #2: “Madelyn?”
Father: “Honey?”
Man #2: “Madelyn? You okay?”
The two men locked eyes and then it was the teenage boys turn to turn his attention to the darkness, concern creeping into his voice. The camera moved to stand behind the group looking in the direction of the dark cars, the only sound was the crackling fire and the boy's voice.
Teenager: “Mom?”
The sound of metal hitting flesh and a woman screaming broke the silence and the scene cuts to the circle of tents and the fire with the dying embers just as a woman was running out of the darkness toward the camera. Just before she reaches it the steel of a knife pops out of the center of her throat and she collapses into the dying fire.
The sudden disrupting of the fireplace causes the flame to launch to life again, roaring back to nearly the full small height it had been before it had begun to fade. The back of the woman’s dirty jacket caught fire lighting the scene just as the sound of drums and guitars begin to play.
The music continues as the shot changes to the circle of dirty station wagons, cars and trucks to reveal dark shapes moving through the darkness around the cars.
It shifts again back to the group around the fire as the teenage boy took a step closer to the dark line of the cars at his own camp.
Teenager: “Mom?”
The shot shifts to inside one of the trucks at the other camp to the face of a woman in her early twenties. Her hair was dark brown, dirty and cut short and she was wearing a unwashed pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
The camera turns around the sleeping woman as the door is suddenly yanked open and a monstrous figure appears in the shot where the door had once been. It was black and covered in fur with the face of a bear and antlers of a deer.
The hand however that reached out toward the sleeping woman was clean, pale white and five fingered.
The shot shifts back to the small group around the fire as the teenage boy takes another step and then back to the woman’s body lying across the fire, her body now alight. The camera comes in close to her face showing her open, but vacant eyes.
The shot shifts rapidly between the three camps as the boy moved toward the darkness in the first, more of the car doors creaked open revealing more of the black fur clad monsters in the second and the tents burning body of the dead woman lightning up the camp of the third revealing the tents all opening in a rush.
The music swells as at the same moment in three back to back shots a round object came flying out of the darkness into the boys arms, hands grabbed the sleeping survivors and a half a dozen people all began to emerge from the tents.
The shot shifts to the teenage boy with the camera stationed over his shoulder and looking down as he turns the object over in his hands to reveal the head of his mother. The boy dropped the head and it rolled backwards toward the cars and into the first of a dozen feet. Each of the feet had three clawed toes.
The camera slowly came up the black haired legs and wide chests to the bear face and deer antlers.
As soon as the shot reaches their faces it shifts to a wide shot and the group rushes at the father, teenage son and the other couple. Three of them go for the woman and her lover rushes them, tackling them into a tree and giving the girl a chance to run. The others descend on the father and son.
The last thing either of the two sees is the blood steel of a bar coming at their faces and then darkness.
The shot shifts quickly to the girl running through the darkness and the sound of her panting. It shifts between the sight of her running and the circle of cars as people were being dragged out of them screaming, their screams cut short by the strike of a metal bar or a thick bladed axe.
The girl presses herself to a tear panting just as a male scream rang out through the night. Dark figures were seen running through the trees as the man screamed again.
Man #2: “CASSANDRA RUN!! OH GOD RUN!!”
The agony in his voice said they were trying to get him to call out to her through pain. When a cut cutting sound was matched with the next and final scream she placed her hand over her mouth, tears running down her face.
The shot shifts again suddenly to the final camp and the group of people, some men and some women, all emerging from their tents and finding the body of their companion burning in the fire in the center of the camp. A ebony skinned woman with long hair cupped her hand to her face and let out a scream of horror at the sight.
A ebony skinned man standing with her in the same tent looks over just in time to see a group coming out of the darkness into the light cast by the burning body. The same black furred, bear faced creatures run in from all sides.
The one nearest the group takes aim at what appeared to be an 80’s rock icon crouched half outside a tent on the extreme right of the group. The axe caught the man in the neck ripping open the flesh and shooting blood across the face of a blonde who had been in the tent next to him.
She let out a scream when she looked over and found the headless body falling back into the tent and caught an iron bar to the face. The flesh of her face opened up as her nose broke and she fell back into the tent unconscious.
The others all descended on what remained of the group like rabid dogs, tackling some into their tents, while dragging others screaming into the darkness.
As the song began to die once again and the quiet crickets returned to dominance the camera shifted one final time to the girl pressed into the trees. The sounds had all died out, the dragging out bodies and the screams had long since gone quiet.
The woman finally pushed herself off the trees and turned only for the bear faced creature to appear in the camera without warning and the screen goes black.
**
The shot shifts to the department store where Abigail was taking refuge, but this time there was no glow as it came into the store. Wading through the isles the camera picks up how little clothing remained, but more than that how dark the building was.
It found the counter that had once been the register and came over the top of it to find Abigail lying on her side with a ragged blanket covering her and her head resting on a small pack that she carried on her bike.
The fire had died completely leaving the whole building dark, but closed off enough to remain decently warm.
The camera stayed in the little cubby on Abigail as a sound began to break the silence. It wasn’t clear or easy to make out in the beginning for a few seconds until a very clear celebration hoot was heard.
The sounds became clearer and more frequent until it sounded as if they were less than a hundred yards away and a very clear celebration yowling vocalization was heard. As it came the camera came in close to Abigail’s face to show her eyes were now open but she hadn’t moved an inch.
The animal-like hooting and yowling continues but the camera stays on Abigail as she plants a palm into the ground and pushes herself up to her knees without a sound. She rises from her knees to her feet but stays in a crouch, moving through the picked clean shelves and isles until she comes to the display nearest what had once been the windows.
The camera shifts into a pov shot from the eyes of Abigail looking out the window. Dark shapes of creatures with shaggy black fur walk through the street dragging large bags behind them across the ground.
Some of the bags left deep crimson trails that looked alarmingly like blood.
Abigail Ryder: “.....”
Abigail slowly pulls one glock from her holster and very, very gently slides the clip out to check the magazine and then the other. Each magazine is replaced with the softest of little pushes leaving it to click in place before being pushed silently back into the holster.
Abigail moves through the displays to the door but instead of opening it she pushes back a thin piece of cardboard and slips out into the night.
The camera follows Abigail as she sneaks through the night following the strange creatures as they exited the small little one horse town and back onto the long abandoned highway.
They moved from the highway to a small hill leading away from the bridge leading to Eden and down into a small clearing nestled between some trees. Abigail follows along behind them down into the clearing and into the trees without making a sound with a hand on the glock in her right holster.
The camera follows her into the trees and through the dirt to the other side and the black furred creatures are gone. She turned around and looked behind her but found nothing but the empty trees. Though the ghosts of sounds remained.
What sounded like screams and crying carried on the wind.
The woman’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the horizon looking for some sign of what where they had gone but found no sign of them or the bags they had been carrying so she turned and began back toward the department store.
**
The camera followed with Abigail for a short time but before she reached her destination a woman’s voice began to softly hum “Cry Little Sister” and the camera turned around heading back the way she had come.
It moved back down the hill to the clearing and into the trees but unlike Abigail, rather than head out the other side it turned to face one of the many trees. The camera came forward slowly into the trunk of one of the dead trees and down to reveal an old manhole cover that the tree had been either moved to the top of, or had grown around.
The camera moved into the earth and through a layer of concrete to a tunnel system, perhaps what had once been a sewer. It moves down the tunnel into a large chamber that was filled with burning torches and other pieces of light that lit up the entire chamber.
The chamber was filled with cages made of rot iron and other pieces of salvaged metal, two dozen of them or more and all of them were filled with people. Most of them were unconscious, lying in the cage unmoving and bloody but others were filthy, the wounds all but healed and crying silently to themselves.
The camera slowly moved through the chamber taking in the sight of headless bodies in some cases as well as those who had been gathered alive from the three assaulted camps.
The ebony skinned woman was lying on her side, blood leaking from a wound to the back of her head where she had been knocked out. The teenage boy was huddled in the corner of a cage hugging his knees staring at the creatures as they scurried around and finally to the girl that had escaped who was lying on her back with her head lulled to the side and a large gash in her forehead where the weapon had connected.
The camera then shifts from the cages to the creatures as they milled about. One group moved over to the far side of the chamber and opened a door where racks of mannequins were standing waiting for use.
One by one they approached and pulled off what was revealed to be masks, hoods and furs. Each of them were laid carefully on the mannequins before the person inside returned to the main chamber to continue the work they were doing.
Finally the last of them approached and pulled off the bear and deer antler head allowing blonde hair to spill down the back. The furs were stripped off to reveal the woman’s naked back before shifting down to reveal the flesh of smooth naked thighs but changed suddenly to the back of the blonde head as the figure began to turn.
The beautiful face of Fang appears front and center of the screen as the figure turns and the scene fades to black.