|  |  | | Seventh Helmet is a web comic about the crude and completely unqualified Faust, Apple, Birdie and Jeremy's quest to inauspiciously rid the world of demons determined to wipe out humanity. When they feel like it.
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Panel 1. The two sit beside a fire under a desert night. Stars sparkle above their heads.
CAP:
Epilogue
APPLE:
Thank you, Faust.
FAUST:
Stop thanking me. You helped me find Tattersaw and put an end to all this.
APPLE:
But this isn't the end, is it?
Panel 2. Faust in the light of the fire.
FAUST:
It's only the beginning.
Panel 3. Apple stares into the flames unenthusiastically. Faust is off panel.
APPLE:
UH! I hate that phrase! Maybe its television or movies, but that fucking phrase is over used and cliché.
FAUST: (OP)
Sorry?
APPLE:
Sorry. I'm taking my anger and emotions out on you. How many more of them are there?
Panel 4. Faust looks up into the stars. He sees the constellation Orion.
FAUST:
Five more demons. I already killed two. Bredd and… Eron.
APPLE: (OP)
Was he as crazy as Bredd?
FAUST:
No. Actually, he wasn't that different from…you … or me.
Panel 5. Apple looks at her robotic arm.
APPLE:
Would he force you to cut off your own arm to escape from his prison?
FAUST: (OP)
Bredd did that to you?
APPLE:
It was the choice of freedom or defeat. I had nothing to lose. I was gunna be dead either way, but maybe I would have a chance to survive without an arm.
Panel 6. Two sit over the campfire and stare at each other.
FAUST:
Where did you get that arm?
APPLE:
A group of renegades found me and gave me this thing. I lived with them. Did things for them. I would never really pay off my debt. I convinced a couple to follow me to Allentown to kill Bredd. When they were all killed, I got held up in the shed. That's where you found me.
FAUST:
I did.
PAGE TWENTY-TWO (five panels)
Panel 1. The flames dance in Apple's eyes.
APPLE:
Thank you.
Panel 2. The flames dance in Faust's eyes as well.
FAUST:
Apple, you're welcome for the last—
Panel 3. Faust is shot in the forehead. Apple gets up as a figure appears behind her.
FAUST:
Urgghh…!!
APPLE:
FAUST!!!!
Panel 4. The figure, Birdie, grabs Apple and muffles her, knocking her unconscious.
APPLE:
Fauusssshhhh…. Muffle Muffle……
Panel 5. Apple hangs limp over the silhouette's shoulder. The campfire rages and Faust body lies dead in the sand under the desert night.
BIRDIE:
Nothing personal, kiddo. I'm just here to collect a debt.
CAP:
To be continued…
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