[ferretchucker]

Do not forget that this is a sequel to Corpse in Orbit. If you have yet to read it, I suggest you follow the link in my signature to at least read the last episode.

Fade to a shot of the Earth. There are large, dark clouds covering entire landmasses and the land that is shining through is a tainted yellow. A voiceover speaks. As it does so, a small montage of clips showing what is being described plays.

"It was Christmas Day 2010 when the first strike was made. A day that has affectionately been named 'Red Button Day' amongst it's survivors. It was Holland, unexpectedly who pressed it. 50% of the population was wiped out over the next week. The majority of the rest were slowly wiped out from the many complications caused by radiation, starvation, dehydration. But the human race being what it is, it refused to succumb entirely.

Preparations were made. Countries rounded up the best of the best and sent them to live on space stations, orbiting the Earth, thought to be the one way the human race would survive.

But back on our home planet...there were others. People who hid. The paranoid freaks who dug holes in the ground, only to be proved correct. Others just got lucky. For two centuries, they struggled for survival. Salvaging technology and food. Small colonies emerged of people who clung together to survive.

It was the year 2247 that things changed. The most malevolent force that could be imagined raged a silent war with folks in the space stations. Of the disaster...only three survived. Two were rescued."

A shot of Chronogrl smothering Gorephobia with a pillow is shown. She menacingly holds up the ball in which Roshiq, the robot, is held.

"Another, an ex space pirate who knew the ways of the world he was orbiting crash landed after the Secundum catastrophe. He crashed down to Winnipeg, Canada. His name was The Flayed One."

A shot of the escape pod crashing to Earth is shown. The Flayed One is shown, bloodied and bruised, walking through a dark landscape. Ruined buildings are all around him. Suddenly, there is a deep noise, and a light. He looks ahead and the ground is opening up. Two people in radioactivity suits walk out towards him. He smiles, then laughs maniacally as they lead him into the shelter.

Opening Credits roll. Fade to day time. A gun lays down on the edge of an old garden wall, steadied. A finger wraps around the trigger. In the distance, a scruffy looking cat, a descendant from the old domestic kind, cautiously approached a rotting bird. It sniffs. So does the owner of the gun. The cat looks up, it's tail suddenly puffed up. The finger squeezes the trigger and a hole explodes through the cat's head. The gun user is shown to be a teenage boy with long, dark hair. He is wearing a scruffy hoodie, the Nike tick barely visible and the colours long faded. This is Demon Seed.


Demon Seed: Gotcha!

Cut to a woman with dark hair also. She has charcoal around her eyes to simulate makeup. This is Rayne. She is sitting in the basement of an old house. A skeleton lays in the corner of a not so lucky attempted survival. In the center of the room is a dented pot with water boiling in it. She pours in a small amount of coffee from an old tin. A series of three quick knocks at the steel door at the top of the stairs alerts her. She fiddles with a rigged shotgun facing the doorway.

Rayne: Enter.

The door swings open and in walks Demon Seed holding a satchel. Blood drips from it. Rayne turns and walks back to the boiling coffee.

Rayne: Close the door. What have you got for me then.

As he lists each item he takes them out of the bag.

Demon Seed: Well, in a small set of draws about a mile away I found some pickles. Some...dihigatid-

Rayne: Dehydrated.

Demon Seed: Dehydrated milk. This weird box of stuff.

He hands her a box of Twinkies. She looks inside and grimaces.

Rayne: Whatever it is, it doesn't last.

She throws it over he shoulder.

Demon Seed: Oh, and Dinner!

He turns the bag over, letting the cat drop out at Rayne's feet with a sickening crunch. She clasps her hand to her mouth with disgust as he chuckles.

Rayne: Right. You can prepare that then we're having another lesson!

Demon Seed: What?! Why?

Rayne: Are you kidding? Dihigatid milk? You need to be able to read!

Demon Seed: Why?! Nobody writes anything! Haven't done in years.

Rayne: Right. So you'll get a head start, won't you? You need as many skills as you can get out here. That's what my mum taught me. Now...coffee?

He shrugs. Cut to The Flayed One, standing in at the base of some stairs leading underground. The sky above him is covered by cloud. The faint hum of a computer can be heard through some reflective glass in the wall in from of him. From a door in the wall a man walks out. He is very young and his clothes are a bit too big for him. This is Ferretchucker.

Ferretchucker: Well, this is remarkable. You have the lowest level of radiation I've ever seen for a man your age.

Flayed raises his eyebrows.

Ferretchucker: Not that...you're old.

Flayed shakes his head, laughing slightly. Ferretchucker suddenly stands up straight and recites.

Ferretchucker: So, representing the entire settlement of the of Highly Developed Cave-

Flayed: Yeh, yeh, HDC. I been here before kid, let me in.

Ferretchucker nods and hastily opens the small door. The Flayed one walks in casually. As he does, a huge shadow appears above them. As Ferret turns to see what it is a huge pair of talons pick him up, one on each shoulder as a large, ugly bird picks him up and carries him away. Someone rushes up and closes the door quickly. This person is a woman with ample cleavage. This woman is Chronogrl.

Chronogrl: Shit! I told that kid to keep an eye out for the Cloud Eagles. Shit...

Flayed: You don't seem too upset.

She looks at him and glares.

Chronogrl: Forgive me for not breaking down into tears at the loss of just another kid. When you've seen death as much as I have -

Flayed: You think you've seen a lot of death...you don't wanna know where I've just come from. Fuckin' Lux Lucis...

Chronogrl: What did you call me?

Flayed: What? Nothing. No...long story-

A finger taps his shoulder. He turns around to see a man with loosely brushed dark hair, wearing a rough suit patched together from bits of metal and tough leather. The man is wearing a patch over one eye and has a beard growing. This is V.

Flayed: V?

V: What the fuck you doing here?

Ending credits roll.