I'm looking for an artist to join me as a creative partner in developing this limited-series comic, "Season Of Destruction".
I've drawn the first issue myself - you'll quickly see I'm not a professional artist by any stretch, but I wanted to have a...
2028: The White House finally concedes that global warming, overpopulation and other man-made crises have irreversibly damaged Mothership Earth - but all the king's horses can't do a damn thing about it now. A chain reaction of natural disasters, crop failure and livestock disease, floods and famine have crippled the world economy, leading to epidemic poverty, unchecked crime, Biblical outbreaks of plague and war. The resulting civil and political instability creates a state of high panic, with every man armed and fending for himself in a wild-west American nightmare.
It's too late for hybrid cars and colored rubber bracelets: we are fucked.
In Winnemucca, Nevada, a drug deal gone bad (see below) leaves a pile of moaning, bleeding bodies at an abandoned construction site. Ambitious methamphetamine crystalsmith Carlos Horton has torched two big bridges with one wicked match tonight: just 48 hours after making parole, he's burned a Yucatan Mafia crew for their ephedrine, then pocketed the cash fronted by his Aryan prison gang backers. Some hot lead and cold blood was all it took for this cornrowed Tony Montana tweaker to jump from JV middleman to varsity criminal crewboss. Carlos now has a bankroll, a huge supply of ephedrine, name-brand enemies and a connoisseur's taste for murder.
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Carlos flees the scene, abandoning his dead and wounded, unaware that his inaugural ripoff has watered the tomb of three inhuman killers. The revived vampires' skeletal, fibrous forms crawl from the red earth - blind, naked and shaky on all fours like newborn pups, instinctively following the sweet scent of hot blood. They suckle the wounds of the dying, growing stronger with each sticky red ounce, howling in praise to the full moon, which they see as the cratered bone-white eye of Lady Death, overseeing the trio's return to Her service in the mortal world.
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Soon, the vamps' awakening senses will detect and track a trail of blood dripping from Carlos' bullet-riddled RV, where a wounded confederate lay bleeding out in the shower all the way back to Lakeview, a tiny crime-ridden town just over the border in Oregon's high desert.
Carlos' jailhouse letters to his incarcerated tweaker girlfriend, LINDA DOYLE, hinted at something big to come - a scheme that would set them up like kings. But prison has given Linda time to consider the downward trajectory of life with Carlos. Ever since an intake physical revealed her pregnancy, the scabby grifter girl has done some clear-headed thinking about the Big Picture, and she's concluded Carlos can't be part of it.
