[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

It hurt when Jason opened his eyes. No, he quickly ammended, it hurt when he did everything. Groggily, he lifted his arm so he could see his wrist. On the cuff of his jacket, the bluish light was fading from within the thunderbolt pin. Apparently the Ondomin's shot had n't kept them from jumping. 
 
 `` Who's alive? `` Jason asked. 
 
 Celia, who was spawled beside Jason, groaned. Her purple scarf was singed, along with the tips of her reddish hair. She rolled over, covering her eyes with her palms. `` I am, but can I just be dead?'' 
 
 On Jason's other side, there was a small chuckle. Brav, a tall man in a heavy duster, was already sitting up. He cracked open his shotgun and chuckled again. `` Pain means you are alive. I consider a victory.'' He stated in a heavily accented and broken English. 
 
 `` Where are we?'' Celia asked, rising to a sitting position. She dusted dirt off her tunic, the frowned. Snapping her fingers, several stains vanished as if by magic. Jason had to remind himself that magic was exactly what it was. The various trinkets she worke tinkled like bells as she moved. 
 
 Jason looked around their jump point for the first time. The air tasted dusy and foul, but not at all like it had on Brav's world. It almost tasted stale. 
 
 As for the location, it was dimly lit, appearing to be made of heavily pitted rock. The rusted wreck of a set of steel shelves sat in one corner, and labeless cans were scattered all about. 
 
 Brav walked over to the shelves, shining the weak light of his crank light on the debris. `` Is recent.'' He commented, shaking his head. `` I think we brought part of explosion with us.'' 
 
 Jason shook his head. It was hard to believe. Then again, he never would have guessed that in the matter of a few weeks he would be traveling with a sorceress who hated to wear anything monochrome or a russian gunslinger from the sandy deserts of Siberia. 
 
 They gathered what supplies they could, and started searching the caves in a group. Celia chanted softly under her breath and Brav had a shotgun in one hand, flashlight in the other. Jason, for his part, felt useless. Sure, he had the knife Mertin had given him, but compared to what the others could do, he need n't have bothered. 
 
 Their search did n't turn up much on the first sweep. The cave appeared to have been converted into a shelter of some kind, and nobody wanted to stay to dig through the rusted crates at length. Celia never stopped her chanting, and as they reached what seemed to be the front door, her brows furrowed even more. 
 
 Noone spoke as the rusted mass of metal swung open. What lay beyond was almost impossible to comprehend. As far as the eyes could see there were skeletons, all laying outstretched towards the doorway of the shelter. There had to be hundreds of thousands of them, as dead as the land they covered. 
 
 `` Times like this,'' Celia started, `` I really wish magic was wrong sometimes. We're the only living things here.''
