Stories

Never Fear: Cold Open

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FADE IN:

BLACK SCREEN… till an iridescent red light flashes, filling the screen…
…slowly a shape takes form — a red x surrounded in green…
…we pull back to reveal the red X is nothing more than a reflection in an EYE– a green eye.
The eye belongs to Muneera (41, silver hair, all on top). She’s focused, no sign of stress.
VOICE (O.S.)
(radio feed; static)
You almost done down there?
She glances up.
CUT TO BLACK:
EXT. GATED COMMUNITY – NIGHT
Eerily dark. No street lights here. No urban glow either. Silence… till we hear the crackle of THUNDER
A FLASH of LIGHTENING — reveals a rusty, weathered gate.
Heavy, rapid breathing is heard in the distance–
We push past the gate, to the only source of light, a TECHNICIAN VAN, far in the distance – it is our beacon.
We draw closer to the van – every door open as if vacated.
CLOSE IN on the VAN as its BACK DOORS slam shut, out steps:
A young technician, CLYDE, his eyes darting all around him as if expecting an unseen attack…. catching sight of movement. He holds his breath, looking —
— at a heavily enforced MAN HOLE COVER, just as its pressurized seal releases – a hatch opening
CLYDE
quickly straightens up.
ON THE MAN HOLE —
As Muneera pulls herself up. She’s tall, elegant in her movements.

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