Chronicles of the Apocalypse: Reckoning (2022)

Chapter 1: The Life of a Former Hero

Two Years Later Late Fall. 2041.

In the town of Homestead, A University Campus with a wall and homemade shops, Kyle is shoveling dirt and planting crops, listening to music on his Ipad. He continues to shovel until he finds a skull underneath the ground. Kyle then removes his gloves, revealing his wedding band is missing. He unravels the dirt and picks up the skull, before examining it. After his planting of crops, Kyle walks over to a shop where a middle Caucasian-American woman smiles at him.

Liza: Hey, Kyle....

Kyle: Hey....

Kyle places a bag of founded items, such as bullets, watches and other objects on the table as Liza examines them.

Liza: How'd your find go today?

Kyle: Same ol, same old. Trying to find some stuff to trade in. Trying not to die along the way.

Liza: Hmm...it's all good for 80 caps.

Kyle sighs.

Liza: Sorry, honey. It's all I can give for you've given me...but I could give you an extra ten for that skull you've got....and the bracelet.

Kyle: The skull you can have....the bracelet's not for sale.

Liza: You'd be walking out with 100 caps.

Liza nods and hands Kyle his caps.

Liza: Still holding on to hope, huh?

Kyle: Yeah...you could say that.....How's Zach and Zoe?

Liza: Zach's doing okay....working late shifts with you has really been getting his mind off of stuff.

Kyle pulls out a stuffed animal out of his bag.

Kyle: Here...for Zoe.

Liza grabs the stuffed animal.

Liza: How many caps you want for it?

Kyle: Nah...consider it on the house.

Kyle sits in his room, glass of alcohol on the table and both his hands folded together. He looks at his where his wedding ring used to be, thinking about Sarah. Kyle picks up a note written by Sarah, saying "Kyle....I'm sorry to do this to you, but I need time. I need to recover from this...and I need to do it alone. Please, don't let this destroy you. You're still the same man I will always love. Love Sarah".

Kyle sighs and puts the note down. Meanwhile, in the streets of the ragged town, a bruised Shawn is walking.

Shawn: Fuckin bullshit.

Shawn make his way to Kyle's room. Shawn pulls out the key from under the rug, unlocks the door and slams it shut. Shawn walks over to the table, which had a full bottle of whiskey and an empty glass, Shawn pours a glass to see a white rag next to it. Shawn picks it up and looks up to see Kyle walking out of the living room.

Shawn: Hey, man.

Kyle: Hey, man....

Shawn holds up a glass of whiskey.

Shawn: Want a drink?

Kyle: No...I don't want a drink.

Kyle turns his back to Shawn.

Shawn: So, I have some good news for you.

Shawn takes a sip of the drink.

Kyle: What happened, Shawn?

Kyle turns back to Shawn.

Shawn: East End District.

Kyle lets out a sigh.