Part 2: Redemption
They land in the middle of an old western town.
"Oh god…" says Ash. "We've been teleported to the Good the Bad and the Ugly."
"This is no time for jokes," says Peyton. "We must find out where we are."
A few people stop to stare. They are all wearing clothing like the costumes in old time picture places.
"'Scuse me? Ma'am? Where are we?" asks Ash.
"Redemption," says the woman.
"Right…"
"Can we see the mayor?" asks Peyton.
"Ain't got a mayor, just the Marshall. His office's the last building on the street." Says a man.
"Thanks," says Ash.
They walk down to the office and knock on the door. A man answers the door.
"Can I help you?" he asks Ash.
"Can we come in?"
"Sure," says the man.
They enter the huge office.
"What year is it?" asks Ash.
"1883," says the man.
"Awww shit," says Ash.
"What's wrong?"
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you. Damn deadites!"
"Deadites?"
"Demons. Monsters…" says Ash.
"I know what they are I didn't know you did."
"What?"
"The creatures that have been attacking the town, deadites." Says the Marshall.
"They've been attacking the town?" asks Ash.
"At night. We've lost five men to them."
"Five men eh?"
Ash goes to scratch his head with the chainsaw.
"Whoa! That was close," he says.
"What is that thing on your arm?" asks the Marshall.
"It's a chainsaw. Very common where I come from."
"What does it do?" asks the Marshall.
"Kills deadites," replies Ash.
"Are you going to be staying here in Redemption long?"
"Yes. Until we find the book of the dead," says Ash.
"And what about him? What's wrong with his face?"
"He's Peyton. He's a scientist some experiment of his blew his face off."
"Pleased to meet you Peyton." Says the Marshall offering his hand.
They shake.
"And I am Ash, Slayer of deadites."
"Pleased to meet you Ash, I'm Cort."
They walk outside. Cort looks up.
"We got a few hours until dark. What was it you were saying before about some book?"
"The book of the dead," says Ash.
"Can it help against the deadites?"
"Yup."
"Where is it?"
"Be damned if I know." Says Ash.
They land in the middle of an old western town.
"Oh god…" says Ash. "We've been teleported to the Good the Bad and the Ugly."
"This is no time for jokes," says Peyton. "We must find out where we are."
A few people stop to stare. They are all wearing clothing like the costumes in old time picture places.
"'Scuse me? Ma'am? Where are we?" asks Ash.
"Redemption," says the woman.
"Right…"
"Can we see the mayor?" asks Peyton.
"Ain't got a mayor, just the Marshall. His office's the last building on the street." Says a man.
"Thanks," says Ash.
They walk down to the office and knock on the door. A man answers the door.
"Can I help you?" he asks Ash.
"Can we come in?"
"Sure," says the man.
They enter the huge office.
"What year is it?" asks Ash.
"1883," says the man.
"Awww shit," says Ash.
"What's wrong?"
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you. Damn deadites!"
"Deadites?"
"Demons. Monsters…" says Ash.
"I know what they are I didn't know you did."
"What?"
"The creatures that have been attacking the town, deadites." Says the Marshall.
"They've been attacking the town?" asks Ash.
"At night. We've lost five men to them."
"Five men eh?"
Ash goes to scratch his head with the chainsaw.
"Whoa! That was close," he says.
"What is that thing on your arm?" asks the Marshall.
"It's a chainsaw. Very common where I come from."
"What does it do?" asks the Marshall.
"Kills deadites," replies Ash.
"Are you going to be staying here in Redemption long?"
"Yes. Until we find the book of the dead," says Ash.
"And what about him? What's wrong with his face?"
"He's Peyton. He's a scientist some experiment of his blew his face off."
"Pleased to meet you Peyton." Says the Marshall offering his hand.
They shake.
"And I am Ash, Slayer of deadites."
"Pleased to meet you Ash, I'm Cort."
They walk outside. Cort looks up.
"We got a few hours until dark. What was it you were saying before about some book?"
"The book of the dead," says Ash.
"Can it help against the deadites?"
"Yup."
"Where is it?"
"Be damned if I know." Says Ash.