Two Winters Past

EXT. HIGHWAY. EVENING

There is just enough light to see the line of rolling hills in the distance. CHLOE ISIS, VALENTINE, and MOLAY stand before a green sign reads WHITNEY POINT: 1 MILE

CHLOE ISIS: It’s about time.

MOLAY: It’s almost twenty miles from here to Parlor City.

VALENTINE: There’s got to be a good house we can sleep at in the town.

CHLOE ISIS: I would give anything to sleep in a real bed.

VALENTINE: We don’t want those zombies catching up to us.

MOLAY: That horde was too big to move fast. They will stay in the valleys that lead to Parlor City.

CHLOE ISIS: How did you become one of those priests, Jack?

MOLAY: Oh, you know. If you show interest, the right people find you.

VALENTINE: Where did they find you?

MOLAY: Comic shop, actually. I know, sounds too good to be true, but I guess they were looking for a type. I had some training in the past, and I was asking the questions they wanted to hear.

VALENTINE: So you knew the world was about to end?

MOLAY: I didn’t KNOW anything, and who would have believed me if I told them? Instead, I studied ways to stop this when it started.

VALENTINE: The Long Chant.

MOLAY: Yes.

CHLOE ISIS: (to VALENTINE) Will you stop? (to MOLAY) He doesn’t believe you.

VALENTINE: It’s from a Science Fiction story, Chloe!

CHLOE ISIS: All of this is from a Science Fiction story. Zombies that transform into tentacle monsters? I don’t know about you, but I don’t know where to suspend disbelief anymore.

VALENTINE: As long as the sword stays sharp, you’re welcome to stay with us, but I won’t believe the Long Chant crap until I see it come true.

Continued tomorrow