Panel 1: Image of a hand-written letter, being held by an unseen individual.
WRITING (1): If you are reading this, congratulations on your survival.
WRITING (2): I can only hope that this letter finds it way to those that come after, but it is with that same hope that I write this final letter, even as…
Panel 2: An unidentifiable man, clothed in a survival environmental suit, holds the letter and is looking at it. The paper – and several others like it – are held at an awkward angle, suggesting he doesn’t quite know what he’s looking at.
RAJOR: (Off-Panel) Carlin! What are you looking at?
Panel 3: CARLIN shows the papers to RAJOR, a larger man dressed much the same way he is.
CARLIN: I am not sure. Can you read this?
RAJOR (1): It is of the old script.
RAJOR (2): No one reads the old script anymore.
Panel 4: RAJOR discards the papers from CARLIN’s hands.
CARLIN: What if it is important?
RAJOR: Nonsense. There is nothing of importance here.
Panel 5: Long shot, showing the two wandering a post-apocalyptic wasteland that could easily have once been WASHINGTON, DC. Now, however, it’s a barely habitable graveyard of ruins. Nearby is a small caravan of men and women dressed much like CARLIN and RAJOR.
The letter lies on the ground in the foreground.
RAJOR: The only thing of importance anymore is survival.
LETTER (1): Stemphen Blades
LETTER (2): 44th President of the United States of America