Script ( First Draft)

SCENE 1

FX: Quiet screams and cries of women are heard.

NARRATOR (VO)

They came. They saw. They conquered. This is my story of what they took.

SCENE 2

EXT: A HEAVILY WOODED AREA DIMLY LIT BY THE FADING SUN. THE SURVIVOR IS VISIBLE BETWEEN THE TREES. HE APPEARS BARELY ANIMATED.

NARRATOR (VO)

I was a vegetarian before it all. Didn’t like the way animals were treated. I don’t give a shit anymore. Its the hunger that did it.

SURVIVOR ANIMALISTICALLY EATS A PIECE OF IDENTIFIED MEAT. THE ACT IS REPULSIVE AND A GREASY RESIDUE IS DISPLAYED ON HIS FINGERS.

NARRATOR (VO)

It gnaws at you until there’s nothing left, well it leaves something. The hunger. It’s tough now, foods hard to come b-

FX: A multitude of snapping twigs and muffled footsteps.

NARRATOR (VO)

I get out the knife.

SURVIVOR PICKS UP HIS RUCKSACK AND NERVOUSLY GRABS A SMALL BLADE OUT OF IT. DROPPING THE BAG HE STANDS UP IN A TIMID STANCE.

NARRATOR (VO)

I couldn't kill anyone, even if it meant protecting someone. Someone you can’t see yourself living without. Someone who you somehow manage to live without.

AFTER GETTING THEMSELVES INTO A STANCE THE SURVIVOR WAVES HIS WEAPON AROUND. HE THEN BACKS UP AWAY FROM THE EDGE OF THE WOODS AND STUMBLES OVER A TRUNK. ITS ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM FALL OVER AND COLLIDE WITH THE GROUND. A VACANT, DAZED EXPRESSION FLOODS OVER HIS FACE.

NARRATOR (VO)

Everything brings back the past. Everything brings them back.

(FLASHBACK SCENE INVOLVING A SERIES OF STILL SHOTS AND VISUAL EFFECTS.)

SURVIVOR RECOVERS FROM THE FLASHBACK AND SITS UP. THE RUCKSACK IS RETRIEVED AND A BAKED BEAN CAN IS RETRIEVED. AFTER OPENING IT THE COLD CONTENTS IS EMPTIED INTO HIS MOUTH. THE SURVIVOR THROWS THE CAN AWAY.

NARRATOR (VO)

No point in saving the environment anymore, no one’s around to live in it. What would the tree huggers say now?

AGAIN THE BAG IS RETRIEVED AND A FIREARM IS TAKEN OUT. THE GUN APPEARS UNNATURAL WITHIN THE SURVIVORS HANDS AND HE FINGERS THE GUN AND TOSSES IT BETWEEN HIS HANDS. AFTER INSPECTING THE WEAPON THE SURVIVOR AIMS DOWN THE SIGHTS. THIS BRINGS ON ANOTHER FLASHBACK.

NARRATOR (VO)

It’s not something I have had to get used to. It isn’t even mine. Found it at the beginning, used it once. Not what it’s cracked up to be.

ANOTHER ITEM IS TAKEN OUT OF BAG. THE OBJECT IS LOOKED UPON INTENSIVELY AND THE DISREGARDED ALMOST AGGRESSIVELY.

NARRATOR (VO)

God I miss them, doesn’t take much to bring me back to the misery. You have to keep moving.

SURVIVOR GETS UP AND EXAMINES HIS CAMP. SURROUNDING THE CENTRAL AREA IS A COLLECTION OF POLES IN SERIES WITH CANS AND VARIOUS METALLIC OBJECTS HANGING OFF THE BARRIER.

NARRATOR (VO)

They are everywhere, that's the reason for a fence. A man has to sleep, and when he does death snuggles up real close. Tin cans can be used for more than just a telephone. I learnt that early on.

SURVIVOR CARRIES ON EXAMINING THE EXTERIOR WHILST DOING SO HE HEARS TWIGS SNAPPING.

FX: Twigs snapping.

NARRATOR (VO)

Doesn’t stop them, if they can travel millions of lightyears to ruin our day I’m sure they can get through some Heinz and a bit of fishing wire. It doesn’t give anyone much confidence, well nothing really does nowadays. Nothing stops those creatures, if they want you they have you.

SURVIVOR VISUALLY SHAKES.

NARRATOR (VO)

I get a few seconds warning, it wouldn't matter if I knew a day before. They move fast, faster than anything Ive ever seen. Faster than my children that used to run to the ice cream van. Faster than my wife would rush to the shops when a sale is on.

SURVIVOR APPEARS DESPERATE AND INCREDIBLY SHAKEN, THE CREATURE COMING FOR HIM IS COMING TO KILL HIM AND HE KNOWS IT. HE BACKS UP FROM THE PERIMETER AND TRIPS OVER HIS CHAIR. HE LANDS IN AN UPRIGHT POSITION.

NARRATOR (VO)

I died a long time ago, along with my wife and family.

THE SURVIVOR GLANCES AROUND A FEW TIMES BEFORE NOTICING A PRIMARY CREATURE HE LOOKS STARTLED YET CONTENT. HE HAS ACCEPTED HIS FATE. HE CLOSES HIS EYES.

CUTS TO BLACK

THE END