Apocalypse Rising Page #2

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Guys revving motorcycles,

girls in high-heeled shoes,

tattoos, stylish clothing,

fancy cars, hairstyles,

jewelry, muscles...

boob jobs?

You know, everything we do

is an attention-seeking means

to attract a partner.

Hello. I'm India Jones.

I'm Beset. This is Mia, Phoenix,

and that is Magnum

mating with his Thora.

[moans continue]

"Mating." You see, Noa,

that is a much better word

for sex.

It aligns us with animals,

right where we belong.

Are you from a local kibbutz?

Uh, is there any room

at the inn?

[softly] Why did I say that.

[Magnum exhales]

Oh, my God.

Excuse me, ma'am.

You know where

I can rest my wife?

[gunfire on TV]

This broadcast video format

is like

the crude information

dissemination device

we had on Rathe

before evolving to telepathy.

This place is a mess.

And all over

religious differences...

the same as Rathe.

Why did we end up here?

Maybe to warn them.

We find more

at lower elevations,

near ancient streams

and watering holes

where animals are killed

while drinking.

Animals, yes, but Zeds

are more commonly found

where they were buried

or burned.

Right above the water line.

- What are Zeds?

- Tortured souls of the human dead.

What the hell.

Lead the way.

Don't be scared, Mia. An

animal probably found the body

and damaged it

before it was even buried.

It's not an animal...

and they don't get scared.

Attention, please!

We're gonna be moving

the dig over this way.

Mia just found something

that appears to be

Neanderthal remains.

What are you sensing?

The god of this planet,

the same as ours.

But he takes a more active role

in affairs here.

[India]

I'll be gone about an hour

depending on how many questions

our financing source asks.

Thanks to you,

we have the skulls to show

that we're making progress.

You're welcome.

But I wouldn't call it progress.

More of a warning

you should heed.

Are you always this ominous?

Only before

a planet's destruction.

I'll give them a tour.

Okay. Good.

Well, have fun.

Or be ominous.

Whatever turns you on.

[boys speaking Hebrew]

No, no, no, no, no!

Pay! Pay! No, no!

Don't you guys have money

where you come from?

[man] Give it up, old lady!

Give it up!

- My parcel... Ohhh!

- Hey!

[woman shouting]

Sleep.

Th-There is a God.

[laughs]

Thank you, human.

You can call me Magnum.

[music, no audible dialogue]

[no audible dialogue]

[Mia] Within this wall

is the force of a god's power.

An energy stronger

than I've ever felt,

and festering like a cosmic

storm ready to escape its cage.

It is the source of all that is

good and evil in this world.

And if my visions are true,

then this force is about

to be harnessed by evil

for evil's sake.

Unless we can stop it.

[distant shouting]

[crowd whistling, cheering]

- Aunt India, it's creepy as hell.

- I know.

Any thoughts?

You wouldn't believe us.

Try me. I always keep

an open mind.

[Magnum]

should we tell her?

We found the same type of

skeleton where we came from...

as part of our pre-history,

as well.

- They were dead.

- Yes. They're dead.

They were already dead

when they were killed.

Well, yes, there have

been instances of warring tribes

who dug up and mutilated

dead bodies of other tribes,

purely for disrespect

and humiliation.

They didn't mutilate dead bodies...

they killed the dead.

Do you understand

the difference?

Not in the slightest.

Dead people rose from the dead

and had to be killed again.

You're good. I actually thought

you might know something.

In fifth grade,

kids would make fun of me

because of my interest

in archeology and paleontology.

I mean,

who could blame them?

My parents did name me

India Jones.

One time,

even a teacher joined in.

In the site where he knew

I was digging,

he buried some KFC chicken

bones,

setting them

in the shape of a bird.

I dug them up, and he joked

that they might be prehistoric

and suggested that I send them

to the Natural History Museum

for analysis.

A week later,

while watching the news,

I saw the museum curator

holding my set of chicken bones

and the letter with

my name and address on it.

He called them "extra-crispy

Jurassic bones."

India, we can reminisce

about your life

when you're lying

in your coffin.

I guess I won't be fantasizing

about you anymore.

Mia has something

important to say.

She was too polite

to interrupt your boring

and excruciatingly long story.

There's something buried

at the bottom of the Dead Sea.

And it's not those KFD bones.

She probably doesn't even know

what KFC is,

or McDonald's, I suspect.

She has a gift.

Mia did find the skull

that got us additional funding.

I owe you. As long as you don't

tell me that the chicken bones

were dead when they were killed.

Of course not.

Bird bones don't return

from the dead.

At least I understand that much.

Unless the chickens' brains

and ligaments

were still intact;

then they might.

- If this is a joke...

- There's nothing funny about the living dead.

Remember way back when

before the first Reawakening?

When only five emerged?

That was pretty interesting...

and darkly humorous.

A few dead were

scientific curiosities

and we could joke about it.

When there are millions of them

and they outnumber the living

ten-to-one,

not so funny anymore.

We'll just say

they had the last laugh.

You're an odd bunch.

What planet

did you say you're from?

[Thora] I already

confided in India

that we're extraterrestrials.

She laughed and made

a reference to "phoning home."

[Magnum] I very much like her,

but if India Jones

is considered among

the most open-minded

of the Earth humans,

as she attests...

[Mia] It doesn't bode well

for the rest of the people

on this planet.

[India]

I swear they're communicating.

Maybe these people are

not from Earth after all.

[Thora]

That's what I told you.

[India] Where are you guys

from, exactly?

We're from Rathe.

It's a planet in what you guys

call the "habitable zone."

Rathe is in Kepler 186-F

of the Cygnus constellation.

I knew there was life there.

Was. Now only the dead

inhabit it.

Well, at this point,

I can handle anything.

You can?

Okay. I'd like you

to meet my father.

Good day, Ms. Jones.

I've heard so much about you.

[thud]

[India sighs]

It's just sunstroke, Noa.

Can you please go fetch

Dr. Coleman?

Tell him we need to conduct

a few DNA tests...

most likely several.

- Sure, Aunt India.

- Thanks.

[man] The Stone of Rhodesia,

as I promised.

I pray you can return it safely

back to your people.

[woman] The eyes of God

will be upon me.

- He will guide me.

- I pray so.

Agents from the Vatican

are on the hunt.

You must move quickly.

How much time do we have left?

The morning star

returns tomorrow night.

If the stone falls back

into the hands of the Vatican,

evil forces will be unleashed

onto the world.

Your assertion that the Pope may

be the anti-Christ,

as unthinkable as it is,

may be true.

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