-Fifty years from present day-
Riding a horse across a wasteland with no signs of greens for miles, a old Beowulf. He currently in charge these lands in a small rundown farm. In this life of struggle where it’s mostly kill or be killed. It is not a happy life. The whole world had gone to hell, with the Canopy Kingdom has fallen, gangs ruling people, dictators fighting lands, and abominations run wild.
Beowulf arrived in time for dinner, greeting his wife Rosa, with orange short hair, and his two children.
“How was farming dear?” Rosa asked as she sets the table, with their children playing their handheld videogame devices.
“Same as last time, little growth, but I managed to get a bit more vegetables. Gonna have to make a trip to the town for water,” Beowulf said before he sat down.
“Will it be enough to pay the rent?” Rosa asked.
“No,” Beowulf said with a sigh.
“The Grendel Gang won’t be happy about this,” Rosa said, looking scared. She then look towards their children as she began to think. “We may be able to make up for the pay if we give them some of the kid’s toys. They are easily entertained.”
The children looked at their mother, worried that they will lose what little fun they have.
“No, let them keep their toys. Not many things around people can enjoy,” Beowulf said, glancing over the cartridge his little girl had, which he knew was a old game base of Annie of the Stars. Beowulf smiled at Rosa and said, “I’ll talk to the gang and try to reason with them. Perhaps get a pass on the rent this month.”
Rosa hugged Beowulf’s head and said, “Beo… You’re a good man and I believe in you. I always have. But don’t push your luck, okay? The Grendel Gang does not do reason.”
“I know dear,” Beowulf said before kissing her.
Three tall people with blue skin, teeth and horns like Beowulf’s old enemy Grendel arrive. Two men and a woman. The first was a bit scrawny, wearing spiked wristbands and and belt that matched his black shirt and shorts, his fangs not at prominent as the other.
The other male was hulking, but less horns and more teeth, the blue jeans barely containing the muscles he had.
The woman had large horns that looked like battering rams, as she merely wore a pink top and blue short shorts, with a belt being longer than intended to resemble that of a devil tail.
The three surround Beowulf, who was waiting for them outside from his house.
“Yo, gramps! Where’s our rent?” the small gang member asked.
“I don’t have the money to pay for it but-”
“What was that?! You don’t have the money?!” the little member shouted as he approached Beowulf before spitting in his face. “What good are you!? We otta waste you right now!”
Beowulf’s eyes closed, as he wiped the spit off of him, breathing in and out to hold his temper.
The hulking member shoves Beowulf and said, “You got a lot of nerve dead beat. We have come here for money and you bail out.”
Rosa and the children were watching outside, seeing the confrontation getting worse. Rosa rushed towards the closet and got a shotgun loaded. “Stay in the house,” she told the kids before rushing out.
“I think it’s time we get some joy here,” the hulking member said before popping his knuckles.
Beowulf’s eyes shot opened and he grabbed the hulking member’s arm, threw him to the ground and snapped the arm in half…. Except he didn’t. It was a daydream, linger thoughts as the once wrestler was now a pacifist.
What ended up happening was that Beowulf got a punch to the face, smacking him to the ground as the gang started to beat him up.
A shotgun blast was heard, prompting them to stop beating the bloody mess that was Beowulf.
Rosa aimed the shotgun at them and said, “Back off!”
The gang didn’t seem scared, but annoyed. The little one was about to continue until the woman stopped him.
“We had our fill,” the female member said. “You owe us double next month. If not your family is dead,” she said before they began leaving on their motorbikes.
Once they were gone, Rosa rushed towards Beowulf and began to carry him back to the house to patch him up.
From the mountains a large man in a trench coat watched from afar at the scene.
“Seems like I finally found a familiar face,” the man said, voice sounding both human and machine.
