| THE ZORRO NEWSPAPER STRIP | DEAD BODY RISING SUNDAY WEEK THIRTY NINE |
McGregor 129 |
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PANEL ONE (DOWNSHOT ON THE REAR OF THE CARRIAGE. WE SEE ZORRO CLINGING DESPERATELY TO THE BACK END AS MONASTERIO IS THROWN WILDLY IN THE WAKE OF THE COACH, FLUNG PELL-MELL IN THE SWIRLS OF DUST RISING FROM THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN PASSAGE.) CAP 1: Monasterio is tossed like a uniformed rag-doll caught in the roiling dust! PANEL TWO (NOW WE ARE TIGHT IN ON ZORRO, LOOKING DOWN AT HIM, HIS HAND SLIPPING ON ONE OF THE STRAPS USED FOR LUGGAGE. HIS FACE IS DETERMINED. HIS LEGS ARE STILL UNDER THE CARRIAGE! DUST SPEWS AROUND HIM.) CAP 2: Zorro prays that he can hold on, the prayer shouting in his head over the grinding passage of rear wheels on rocky surface. CAP 3: But his hand is so slippery with red it slides downward! CAP 4: His prayer is mere inches from being unanswered! PANEL THREE (BIG PANEL, TOD, FILLING THE RIGHT HAND SIDE OF THE PAGE, AND IT'S A CORKER! JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT COULD NOT GET WORSE, WE NOW ARE NOW PULLED BACK ON THE HURTLING CARRIAGE, AS IT'S RIGHT HAND FRONT WHEEL IS SPLINTERED COMPLETELY OFF BY A BULGING ROCK FORMATION ON THE RAVINE SIDE! THE WOODEN WHEEL SPLITS INTO THE AIR LIKE SHRAPNEL OVER THE GORGE. QUICKBLADE IS STILL RIDING BESIDE THE COACH. ZORRO IS BEING DRAGGED BEHIND, HIS BODY STILL UNDER THE COACH! THE CARRIAGE IS NOW LURCHING DOWNWARD IN THE FRONT, SPARKS LEAPING UP AS IT PASSES OVER ROCK! EULALIA IS THROWN FORWARD, AND IT LOOKS LIKE SHE MIGHT FALL TOWARD TORNADO! IT'S A SPECTACULAR LAST PANEL, TOD, AND AS THAT SPLINTERED WAGON WHEEL HURTLES INTO THE PLUNGING RAVINE, IT IS VERY EVIDENT THAT TWO THINGS CAN HAPPEN: THE CARRIAGE CAN FOLLOW AND HURTLE TO BE SMASHED ON THE THORNY ROCKS. AND ZORRO, STILL UNDER THE WAGON, CAN BE CRUSHED! AND YOU THOUGHT THEY WERE IN TROUBLE LAST WEEK!) CAP 5: Eulalia Bandini screeches. She gives voice to horror, but it is devoured in the disturbing, intense impact! CAP 6: A third wheel is smashed to fire wood! CAP 7: The carriage lurches toward the yawning ravine-- CAP 8: --and down toward the Fox's legs, a crippling force! 
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