A young priest burst into an apartment flat after finding the door ajar; it the dark and dusty atmosphere he quietly drags a nearby cabinet across the apartment door, with sweat pouring from his spores he nervously makes his way across the dimly lit apartment that sole light source coming from a old a battered television set, as he approaches to lower the volume on the TV he suddenly sees a young man stretched out across the floor, he feels drawn to the static signal on the TV and all of a sudden he knows what he must do, it’s as if god has tasked him with saving the lost soul he has found in his temporary safety.
The young priest politely wakes the young man from his drug induced slumber, with a nice cup of tea at hand, the young man is shocked to see this youthful looking man of god in his apartment, he thinks to himself ‘Christ’ there is a brief conflict in dialogue as he disregards the priest bible talk, but he notices that the priest has blood on his hands, this startles the young priest as he runs towards the nearest tap and scrubs his hands violently clean of the blood stains. There is a moment of awkward silence between the two as they sit contemplating what on earth is happening around them; but when the young man lights up a joint, the priest tries to talk him out of his ways and explains how god has given him the task of saving the young mans soul, explaining to the man how the world outside his apartment has been brought crashing down with the ‘dead’ seemingly walking the earth. The young man struggles to take this all in, thinking that what he had been witnessing lately was all part of his ‘trip’ as it dawns upon him that the world as he knows it no longer exists; he signs ‘fuck’ and lights up his joint.
Some time later the two survivors get into a conversation about what they should do next, the priest is adamant that they must leave the relative safety of the apartment in search of holy land that is free of the evil infection that has swallowed up the rest of the world, but the young man is reluctant to leave until he realizes that his ‘supplies’ are running low; then all of a sudden he seems to spark into action as his addictions thrives in his bloodstream. He reveals to the priest that he knows of a place nearby that they can gather some essential supplies that they will need for their journey in search of the ‘holy land’. The priest makes himself a cup of tea to steady his nerves before leaving; adding two sweeteners and as the two leave the apartment the young man snatches the ‘sweeteners’ from the kitchen tabletop, and they quietly edge out of the apartment into the dark.
Out in the open the unlikely duo feel ‘naked’ surrounded by a silence that fills the pair with fear, the only sounds they hear is a gentle wind and fires burning in the streets; they make their way slowly through dark back alleys and dashing across roads between each connecting alley, and just before they find the ‘safe house’ they find themselves surrounded by lifeless bodies, hiding behind trash cans in a dirty back lane them seemingly haven’t been spotted by the immanent danger, after waiting in the damp of the alley in the dark for what feels like hours, groans come from behind them, as they turn they see numerous lifeless bodies approaching, in a panic the pair sprint out into the open heading straight for a back door in the alley that is slightly ajar, once inside they slam the door shut and collapse out of breath.
Once the young man gets his breath back he says ‘ we've made it father’ and swiftly makes his way across the backroom towards deep red curtains that travel from the roof to the floor of the building; the priest feeling a sense of new found hope follows the young man who’s stopped dead in his tracks just ahead; as he looks through the curtains he is taken aback as he doesn't find a building with essential ‘supplies’ but finds himself stood in a dirty seedy gentleman’s club with dead scantily clad dressed women and rotten bodies of dirty old men covering the clubs floor; the silence of shock is broken when they hear the distant cries of a young dancers clutching a pole with a high heel shoe covered in blood in her right hand.
-End of Episode One-
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