Last Man on Earth - Luke Anderson
Narrator: It's been... almost six months since... the world... my world changed. Everything was once, so alive... lights, people, annoying neighbours, everything! Now the whole world is a ghost town, with the name: zombie written on every house address.
Insane citizen: Where are YOU! (Groaning).
Narrator: So here I am, hiding like a fly, and cowering from a predator who's desperately hungry for his main course. Right now I'd just raided another shop for enough sustenance to survive another week of hiding in the dark. If I wasn't alone I wouldn't cry myself to sleep every night, and at least I'd have someone to listen to the crap that comes out of my mouth. Then again, with nobody else but yourself to look at for, it's a little easier to remain alive for longer, even if that would make you an embarrassment!
Insane citizen: Come out! I'll help where you need to go!
Narrator: Trusting these guys is THE biggest mistake you can make. That guy alone has pulled in hundreds, if not, of poor souls throughout the past few weeks. Someone's dad. An uncles niece. Even a baby girl. They're only hungry to kill, and they're always pissed out of their minds. Aside from backtracking, I'm still in a dilemma here! And like a fly, it's time for me to go back to my turd.
-The narrator flees, with the insane citizen close in pursuit. The narrator manages to blur his trail from the pursuer, but collides with a mysterious figure. Not recognising if it's human or not, they both run together. Its remains unknown to the audience if the narrator escapes safely or not.
Within this script, I wanted to create a genre that fits a Noir, with concepts such as; Anti-hero, Villain, City, and some use for iconography, though some of these can only be displayed in motion and not written.
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