PAGE 1
Panel 1
Morning
in Union Square, 6 months after the apocalypse event. The Union Square
area, looks intact, but a bit worse for wear. We find RIOT sitting on
the stoop of the building where she lives and her roommate and oldest
friend, PULSE is coming up from behind with two steaming mugs of tea.
Dawn is moving it’s way into morning. There is peace amongst the ruins.
The place where our characters live is the W hotel building.
1: CAPTION:
Six months later. Union Square Free Area, Manhattan.
2: PULSE:
Morning, Riot. Drink a little too much last night?
3: RIOT:
Bleargh.
Panel 2
Riot is gratefully taking the tea from Pulse. She looks like death warmed over. Hangover Level 12. Pulse is smiling.
4: RIOT:
Thanks. I really need this. Wish my multiples didn’t get drunk last night.
5: RIOT:
Seems that it’s bad idea to reintegrate when everyone is drunk. I thought I was going to die.
Panel 3
Pulse is proceeding to sit down next to Riot.
6: PULSE:
haha. Well, lesson learned, i suppose.
7: PULSE:
I hope you recover in time for the show tonight.
PAGE 2
Panel 1
It just hits Riot that there’s a show tonight. The look of dread on her face is apparent. Pulse is smirking.
1: RIOT:
Oh god. Just kill me now.
2: PULSE:
Can’t. You’re the lead singer and the drummer.
3: PULSE:
And besides, our new guitarist is on her way over for practice.
Panel 2
Riot is taking a sip. Pulse is still enjoying the moment.
4: RIOT:
Remind me who this new guitarist is?
5: PULSE:
Some frummy girl mutate fresh off the reservation.
Panel 3
Riot looks a bit surprised. Pulse is take a sip from his tea.
6: RIOT:
The four armed amazon from yesterday morning? She didn’t look frummy.
Panel 4
Pulse responds.
7: PULSE:
Yep, she lived out in Five Towns until last week.
8: PULSE:
Family kicked her out when she came out.
Panel 5
Riot looks disgusted, angry.
9: RIOT:
They kicked her out!? Son of a bitch.
10: RIOT:
Where’s she’s staying now?
PAGE 3
Panel 1
Pulse is scratching his ear uncomfortably with his free hand looking like he just got caught with the hand in the cookie jar.
1: PULSE:
Funny you should ask.
2: RIOT:
What did you do?
Panel 2
Riot figures it out. Isn’t too happy about it, but too hungover to look anything past annoyed.
3: RIOT:
She’s moving in, isn’t she?
Panel 2
Head
down, tea out, Riot laments her situation as a rickety rustbucket of a
pick-up truck comes booming along the street, complete with blaring
music from a boombox and armed goons in the back. One of them is yelling
to Riot.
4: RIOT:
I swear I will never...
5: SFX:
BOOM BOOM BOOM WIKKA WIKKA WUBWUBWUB
6: GOON:
Hey baby! How’s it hanging!?
Panel 3
Riot, head still down, is flipping the whole pick-up the bird. Energy is starting to emanate from Pulse’s eyes.
7: RIOT:
Piss off, lowlife.
8: RIOT:
Pulse, please take care of this trash?
9: GOON:
Hey! That’s no way to talk to us! We run Union Square!
10: SFX:
WIKKA WIKKA BOOM BOOM BOOM TOOM TOOM
Panel 4
Riot, head still down, but turned towards Pulse, looking tired.
11: RIOT:
Pulse, can you like...do something useful here? I got a splitting headache.
12: SFX:
WUBWUBWUB TINKLE TINKLE TINKLE DEEDLE DEEDLE DOO
PAGE 4
Panel 1
Small panel of Pulse putting down his tea looking a little annoyed/exasperated.
1: PULSE:
Fine.
Panel 2
Pulse is letting loose with brilliant blue precision eye-laser. Hits the boombox dead on, stopping the music.
2: SFX:
BWAAAAAAAAH
3: SFX:
SQERK!
4: GOON:
ack!
Panel 3
A
dupe of Riot appears, not hungover and angry. The goons are getting out
of the pick-up brandishing crude melee weapons (clubs and pipes and
knives). Riot still has her head down.
5: RIOT DUPE:
What the hell do you want?
6: RIOT:
Go kick their asses while I suffer this hangover.
7: GOON:
You’re in it now, freaks.
Panel 4
Riot-Dupe
is at the pick up now, kind of surrounded by the goons (who somehow
forgot about Pulse for the moment). Riot-Dupe is looking feisty. One of
the goons, the one replying, looks a bit confused. All of the goons are
getting ready to attack Riot-Dupe.
8: RIOT-DUPE:
Before we do this, can I ask one small favor?
9: GOON:
Sure thing baby.
10: GOON:
But then we’re gonna party.
PAGE 5
Panel 1
Riot kicks the truck clear across Union Square Park. Long panel.
1: RIOT-DUPE:
Go be pricks over there.
Panel 2
Tighter shot of the goons assessing the fact that this lady kicked their sweet-ass ride (with driver) a good few blocks.
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Panel 3
The
goons are easing out of the panel, looking scared and embarrassed.
Riot-Dupe is cracking her knuckles and Pulse is showing some kirby
crackle energy type stuff from his eyes.
2: GOON:
Yeah. That seems like a good idea.
3: GOON:
We’re gonna go now.
4: RIOT-DUPE:
bye.
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