Season One Episode One: Alone
Boots march through the red sand of Mars. The boots belong to a green Martian with a dark black suit, a red 'X' in on his chest, and a cape blowing in the wind. He walks inside some kind of old temple and sees another Martian inside. The Martian in the cape speaks up.
Translated from Martian...Martianese. Whatever language Martians speak.
"The cure. Have you found...anything?" The Martian asks.
"No, Jonz. From my calculations, it could take years to make one." The other Martian says.
"Make it, Malefalek."
"But I just said it will take years."
"Better than never."
"Then what are we going to do? We cannot just let people die until then."
"I have heard Ritoral plans on evacuating the planet."
"How?"
"What do you mean?"
"Where will we go?"
"We'll find a way."
"People are dying. The only sure way to survive is to disconnect yourself from the Great Voice."
"I know that, Malefalek. Just continue working on that cure. I'll be back."
Jonz leaves the temple and continues walking through the empty, almost silent desert. The only sounds heard are screams and fires burning. He looks around at Martians walking through past him slowly. There are not a lot around. Some are sitting on the ground, feeling hot, as other Martians comfort them. Some sit, feeling hot, but alone. He sees a Martian walk towards him before it falls, face first onto the ground.
"Jin." Jonz states.
Jin looks up at him.
"Jonz?"
The Martian bursts into flames and burns. Jonz takes a few steps back. He turns around and sees other Martians bursting into flames and dying. He continues walking, ignoring the screams, closing his eyes, and disconnects himself from the Great Voice as best he can. He walks into his own house and sees a Martian version of a wife.
"Wana." He states.
Wana rushes up to him and places her forehead against Jonz's. They close their eyes and slowly connect. They share their thoughts.
I did not think I would see you again.
Relax, Wana. I'm here. Relax.
Jonz, we have a problem
Jonz opens his eyes and steps back.
"Jonz?" Wana asks.
"We must not connect. I could've been exposed to Hronmeer's curse. I could get you infected. Stay back. You'll be safer in here." Jonz warns.
"Jonz, we cannot spend our entire lives in here, disconnected from the Great Voice."
"But that's how the virus travels. We'll find a way. I'm sure."
"Come with me."
The two of them walk into another room and see a bed. Lying there is their daughter. Kym.
"Are you okay, Kim?" Jonz asks.
"I...I don't hear the Great Voice. I feel hot...and scared..." Kym whispers.
Wana turns to Jonz.
"Those are all the signs." Jonz states.
Jonz stands up and leaves the room.
"Jonz. Jonz!" Wana calls.
Jonz ignores her and leaves. He walks inside yet another building and meets with yet another Martian.
"Ominer." He calls.
Ominer turns and sees Jonz.
"Yes, Jonz?"
"Please tell me you have got a suspect for the virus investigation."
"We have got someone. But we cannot tell you."
"Why not?!"
"It's confidential. I am serious."
"My daughter is back at my home, dying! I need to know that suspect!"
"It may not even be him. And who knows if he even has the cure!"
Jonz stares at him. Ominer then grabs his stomach and keels over.
"Ominer? We need help here!"
Later, Jonz walks through the desert of Mars. He ignores everyone, but no one is there. Only burned bodies. He returns home and sits down when Wana walks up to him.
"Ominer just died." Jonz states.
"The condition of Kym has worsened." Wana states.
Kym walks into the room.
"I...I feel hot...I do not feel well." She says.
"Come here, Kym." Wana says.
"Wana, don't. I am sorry, but...but you cannot save her. I'm so sorry." Jonz says.
"I don't care. She needs me." Wana states.
Wana places her forehead on Kym's. They open their thoughts to each other.
"I see flames flickering." Kym whispers.
"I know, Kym. I see them too." Wana replies.
Jonz runs towards them.
"Don't!" He yells.
They burst into flames and start burning. It knocks Jonz back. He looks towards them.
"Jonz!" Wana yells.
"Wana! Kym!" Jonz yells.
The two fall to the ground and their bodies continue burning. Jonz stands there and stares before turning. He leaves his house. He walks back into the temple and sees the research and notices something. He looks closer and scowls. Malefalek walks up to him.
"I have found something interesting. Very interesting. There is something about the virus. It only affects telepaths." Malefalek explains.
"Yes, I know. That is why most Martians were affected." Jonz says.
"No. Most Green Martians. Because only Green Martians have telepathy. Not White Martians."
"Your theory is that the White Martians made this virus and unleashed it on us, while being immune themselves?"
"Exactly."
"But why would they want to kill us?"
"I do not know."
"...how many are dead?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"...do you hear that?"
"No. What?"
"There is nothing to hear. It's silent."
"So? What is that supposed to mean?"
"The Great Voice. It's how we communicate telepathically. It always gave you the sense that...you were never alone. But now there is silence. No one is there. Everyone else is dead."
"Are you sure it is a good idea to listen to the Great Voice? Is that not how the plague travels?"
"At this point, I do not care whether I live or die. But I must know...if there was anyone left."
"Disconnect yourself, Jonz. The virus has affected our entire civilization. The only way to survive is to get as far away from here as possible."
"Take your own advice, Malefalek."
He leaves the temple and wanders Mars. He sees all the old structures and buildings. The ones that Martians used to live in. They're all dead now. He stayed in the civilization longer than he should have and leaves. He wanders the empty desert of Mars. Wind blows his cape as he marches through the sand. He doesn't know how long. Days, weeks, months, years, centuries. He doesn't keep track. It's all one day.
It's all one night.
Manhunter
Next Time on Manhunter: Earth (1x2)
Jonz arrives on Earth, a strange new world that he's never seen before. Hiding in plain sight, he investigates the new world, and how humans live their lives.