Honor Of The Forgotten by NinjaFingers, literature
Literature
Honor Of The Forgotten
EXT. A TAVERN. NIGHT
The door to the tavern is open, letting a cheerful glow out
into the night. It's dripping rain a little. With a thud,
ERIK hits the muddy ground outside. He's a large man, heavy
set, dark hair and a scraggly beard, his overall appearance
unkempt. An even larger man is standing in the doorway.
BOUNCER
And don't come back tonight.
The heavy man gets up, slowly. As he does so it's revealed
he's more plump/overweight than muscular.
ERIK
I didn't
Page 1
Panel 1 A city street at night. It's not the best part of
town, trash drifts into the gutters and the building that
runs alongside the street has a sign for an ADULT STO E in
flickering neon, the R has burned out. CHRISSY walks along
the street. She's dressed Goth - black jeans that look
almost painted on, black laced bodice, black hair.
Panel 2 Stopping, Chrissy regards the store for a moment.
She ignores the couple of other people on the street.
Panel 3 Now, though, she has her back to the "audience".
B
Page 1
Panel 1 Night, a cobbled street, alleyways run off of it.
The only thing moving is a particularly ragged gray cat
with torn ears.
Panel 2 Down a side alleyway, LERA is picking a lock.
She's doing it very casually, not really showing any
concern. Her garb is various shades of grey, blending in
well with the dark city.
Panel 3 The door slides open and Lera slips through it
into the darkness inside.
Panel 4 Rickety, crooked steps lead down, she stumbles on
them as she lights a thief's lantern.
PAGE ONE (five panels)
Panel 1
What seems to be downtown. There are a gang of youths on bikes tearing down the street. One of them is firing a bolt of light into the air. Another has dismounted and is overturning a hot dog stand, apparently with the vendor still inside.
VENDOR: Aieee!
GANG MEMBER: Ha!
Panel 2
Firebrand, descending towards them, fire licking around her. Her costume is full body...red limbs, gold torso, a stylized flame across her chest, tongues licking up over her breasts. She wears a red domino mask with a gold border. Her red hair is loose, and licks of flame flow around her. The one who was firing the light bolt is lo
The Silence
EXT. STREET
- DAY
BETSY is walking down the street. She is a teenaged girl,
perhaps fourteen years old, wearing jeans, a worn flannel shirt, old boots and
a Nike baseball cap, on backwards. She has one hand on her gun.
ZOMBIE CHILD darts into an alleyway between two houses.
BETSY
Hell.
ZOMBIE WOMAN attacks Betsy from the side.
Betsy knees the woman in the groin.
The woman falls away, breathing hard, looking at her with
dead eyes.
Betsy shoots the woman in the head. She falls.
Betsy walks away. She does not look back.
INT. Old
school building - late afternoon
Betsy and CLINT are talking. Clint is an older man, slender
Honor Of The Forgotten by NinjaFingers, literature
Literature
Honor Of The Forgotten
EXT. A TAVERN. NIGHT
The door to the tavern is open, letting a cheerful glow out
into the night. It's dripping rain a little. With a thud,
ERIK hits the muddy ground outside. He's a large man, heavy
set, dark hair and a scraggly beard, his overall appearance
unkempt. An even larger man is standing in the doorway.
BOUNCER
And don't come back tonight.
The heavy man gets up, slowly. As he does so it's revealed
he's more plump/overweight than muscular.
ERIK
I didn't
Page 1
Panel 1 A city street at night. It's not the best part of
town, trash drifts into the gutters and the building that
runs alongside the street has a sign for an ADULT STO E in
flickering neon, the R has burned out. CHRISSY walks along
the street. She's dressed Goth - black jeans that look
almost painted on, black laced bodice, black hair.
Panel 2 Stopping, Chrissy regards the store for a moment.
She ignores the couple of other people on the street.
Panel 3 Now, though, she has her back to the "audience".
B
Page 1
Panel 1 Night, a cobbled street, alleyways run off of it.
The only thing moving is a particularly ragged gray cat
with torn ears.
Panel 2 Down a side alleyway, LERA is picking a lock.
She's doing it very casually, not really showing any
concern. Her garb is various shades of grey, blending in
well with the dark city.
Panel 3 The door slides open and Lera slips through it
into the darkness inside.
Panel 4 Rickety, crooked steps lead down, she stumbles on
them as she lights a thief's lantern.
PAGE ONE (five panels)
Panel 1
What seems to be downtown. There are a gang of youths on bikes tearing down the street. One of them is firing a bolt of light into the air. Another has dismounted and is overturning a hot dog stand, apparently with the vendor still inside.
VENDOR: Aieee!
GANG MEMBER: Ha!
Panel 2
Firebrand, descending towards them, fire licking around her. Her costume is full body...red limbs, gold torso, a stylized flame across her chest, tongues licking up over her breasts. She wears a red domino mask with a gold border. Her red hair is loose, and licks of flame flow around her. The one who was firing the light bolt is lo
The Silence
EXT. STREET
- DAY
BETSY is walking down the street. She is a teenaged girl,
perhaps fourteen years old, wearing jeans, a worn flannel shirt, old boots and
a Nike baseball cap, on backwards. She has one hand on her gun.
ZOMBIE CHILD darts into an alleyway between two houses.
BETSY
Hell.
ZOMBIE WOMAN attacks Betsy from the side.
Betsy knees the woman in the groin.
The woman falls away, breathing hard, looking at her with
dead eyes.
Betsy shoots the woman in the head. She falls.
Betsy walks away. She does not look back.
INT. Old
school building - late afternoon
Betsy and CLINT are talking. Clint is an older man, slender