Post by Joe on Aug 7, 2008 21:36:32 GMT -5
We fade into a post-apocalyptic London, completely in shambles. Buildings are reduced to nothing more than rubble, piled atop one another carelessly. Slowly panning past them, we focus in on a giant Clock Tower; the big hand ripped completely in half, possibly scattered in many pieces across the ground below.
VOICE OVER:
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Damn near toppled, the tower leans to its side, numerous sections ablaze. Yet still, the small figure of a man can be made out, almost a silhouette amongst the reddish brown skies.
VOICE OVER:
They never meant for it to be like this.
The camera pans downward, sweeping the streets below. Guards equipped in heavy Kevlar armor patrol the streets, automatic weapons in hand. Inside broken store windows and behind large piles of wreckage, we can vaguely see women and children hiding, their dirt smudged faces playing host to terrified looks.
VOICE OVER:
I don't know why this happened. I don't even know my own name.
The camera pans out, past the ruin, quickly gaining speed. Suddenly we are lifted into a birds eye view, looking down upon all of England. Infernos rage and ruin is endless, as it burns to the ground.
VOICE OVER:
But what I do know...
A faint drum beat begins to pick up, growing louder and louder.
VOICE OVER:
Is that this all started...
...with me.
We fade to blackness.
Suddenly, we cut to the image of a man, standing atop the ravaged tower. His head hangs low and his eyes are shut tight; his hand pressed tightly against his chest. We pan closer and closer until we are focused heavily on his face. Lifting his head slowly...
He opens his eyes.
Flames ignite and wash over the screen instantaneously, before fading to blackness.
The London Inferno
Winter 2008
VOICE OVER:
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Damn near toppled, the tower leans to its side, numerous sections ablaze. Yet still, the small figure of a man can be made out, almost a silhouette amongst the reddish brown skies.
VOICE OVER:
They never meant for it to be like this.
The camera pans downward, sweeping the streets below. Guards equipped in heavy Kevlar armor patrol the streets, automatic weapons in hand. Inside broken store windows and behind large piles of wreckage, we can vaguely see women and children hiding, their dirt smudged faces playing host to terrified looks.
VOICE OVER:
I don't know why this happened. I don't even know my own name.
The camera pans out, past the ruin, quickly gaining speed. Suddenly we are lifted into a birds eye view, looking down upon all of England. Infernos rage and ruin is endless, as it burns to the ground.
VOICE OVER:
But what I do know...
A faint drum beat begins to pick up, growing louder and louder.
VOICE OVER:
Is that this all started...
...with me.
We fade to blackness.
Suddenly, we cut to the image of a man, standing atop the ravaged tower. His head hangs low and his eyes are shut tight; his hand pressed tightly against his chest. We pan closer and closer until we are focused heavily on his face. Lifting his head slowly...
He opens his eyes.
Flames ignite and wash over the screen instantaneously, before fading to blackness.
The London Inferno
Winter 2008
