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EXT. WASTELAND. DAY
FADE IN:
Like a desert the WASTELAND stands in complete silence. The
stumps of old trees burn away.
A small fox runs through the deserted wastes. It stops and
looks around carefully. A noise of a twig breaking echo’s
through the wastes and the fox dashes off.
The sun beats down hard on the wastes. A small collection of
boulders block the suns light. In the shade a human figure
stands.
Close on. But this is no human. It may have once been human
but not any more. It is rib thin and pinky red. Veins
bulging out of its single layer of skin.
Its yellow eyes reflect the evil that lays inside it. Its
skin seems burnt and the red of its blood can be seen.
The crystallized slime drips of its back and falls to the
ground.
This thing moves with a fast pace. It’s hands are too big
for its body and the legs are too small. The mouth of this
creature is in its throat.
It moves towards the burnt forest, slowly and quietly. It
starts to run at an impressive rate. Dodging tree stumps and
leaping over human corpses.
Close on- This things eyes reflect the small fox running for
its life.
The things feet move almost too quick. The foxes four legs
pound against the floor.
The fox image dies out and a whole crowd of humans stand
with little slips of paper in there hands. They are
screaming at Greyhounds.
The sound of the 6 grey hounds feet beat constantly. Like a
heart. Loud mouth breathing starts to masks this sound.
The fox jumps over a fallen burnt tree and lands with such
grace. The fox looks scared. It runs and runs.
SOUNDS of the track reappear. Then the sound of war planes.
A radio message replays "TAKE SHELTER". The Greyhounds run
and run. The Sound of bombs dropping.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
The SOUND of a heart beats. It beats and beats. The SOUND of
bombs exploding.
A white screen is all that can be seen.
The sound of the creature feet running slowly fade in. This
creature breathes in hard through its mouth.
SOUND of single bullet being fired.
SOUND of creature hitting the floor.
The small fox slows down to a halt and looks behind to see
the creature dead.
The fox skips on towards the dried up desert that lays
ahead. It lives to fight another day.
A human figure stands slim in front of the giant sun. His
face is unknown. He reloads his gun and the cocking SOUND
echos loud.
EXT. WASTELAND. DAY
FADE IN:
Like a desert the WASTELAND stands in complete silence. The
stumps of old trees burn away.
A small fox runs through the deserted wastes. It stops and
looks around carefully. A noise of a twig breaking echo’s
through the wastes and the fox dashes off.
The sun beats down hard on the wastes. A small collection of
boulders block the suns light. In the shade a human figure
stands.
Close on. But this is no human. It may have once been human
but not any more. It is rib thin and pinky red. Veins
bulging out of its single layer of skin.
Its yellow eyes reflect the evil that lays inside it. Its
skin seems burnt and the red of its blood can be seen.
The crystallized slime drips of its back and falls to the
ground.
This thing moves with a fast pace. It’s hands are too big
for its body and the legs are too small. The mouth of this
creature is in its throat.
It moves towards the burnt forest, slowly and quietly. It
starts to run at an impressive rate. Dodging tree stumps and
leaping over human corpses.
Close on- This things eyes reflect the small fox running for
its life.
The things feet move almost too quick. The foxes four legs
pound against the floor.
The fox image dies out and a whole crowd of humans stand
with little slips of paper in there hands. They are
screaming at Greyhounds.
The sound of the 6 grey hounds feet beat constantly. Like a
heart. Loud mouth breathing starts to masks this sound.
The fox jumps over a fallen burnt tree and lands with such
grace. The fox looks scared. It runs and runs.
SOUNDS of the track reappear. Then the sound of war planes.
A radio message replays "TAKE SHELTER". The Greyhounds run
and run. The Sound of bombs dropping.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
The SOUND of a heart beats. It beats and beats. The SOUND of
bombs exploding.
A white screen is all that can be seen.
The sound of the creature feet running slowly fade in. This
creature breathes in hard through its mouth.
SOUND of single bullet being fired.
SOUND of creature hitting the floor.
The small fox slows down to a halt and looks behind to see
the creature dead.
The fox skips on towards the dried up desert that lays
ahead. It lives to fight another day.
A human figure stands slim in front of the giant sun. His
face is unknown. He reloads his gun and the cocking SOUND
echos loud.