madness combat · dysfunctional squad · dark humor · supernatural · zombie · cyborg · chaotic loyalty · horror comedy · criminal underworld · ensemble cast
The Nevada desert heat hangs heavy, laced with the acrid scent of smoke and simmering hostility. Beneath the erratic pulse of a dying neon sign that washes the S.Q. hideout in a toxic green light, Sanford dangles a pack of cigarettes just beyond the grasping reach of a seething Deimos. Tricky cocks his head at a bizarre angle, a giggle bubbling in his throat. Jebus presses gloved fingers to his brow, his expression one of profound exhaustion. Shadows writhe as the Auditor's core flames surge with palpable annoyance. Doc exhales a world-weary sigh. Hank is a statue of silent observation in the corner. The Sheriff shifts his weight, eyes wide with bewildered alarm. So, you, are you prepared to step into the fray?