Alone

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A script assignment I did for my writing class. I may re-write it as a short story, but I might as well post the script version.

Ten years after the apocalypse, a lone girl has survived eight years without human contact. She spends all her time painting.

Submitted: January 01, 2017

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THE AESTHETIC
BLACKNESS. SOUND OF OMINOUS, DRY WIND.
Open to a street corner. Sky is brown and filled with clouds of smoke and dust. Pavement and street is cracked and full of potholes. Lamp post and mailbox, both RUSTED. Nearby BUILDINGS are covered in BLAST MARKS and are boarded up or collapsed. SOUNDS OF CREAKING WOOD AND METAL emanate from the building as the WIND BLOWS against them.
CLOSE UP. A hole in the ground near the side of the building, filled with dirt. Out of the dirt grows a small flower, vibrant BLUE.
FOOTSTEPS A pair of boots STEP behind the flower.
FULL SHOT OF THE PERSON.
GIRL
A woman. Around 5’6. 26 years old. Dark short hair. Blue eyes. Face covered in dust. She wears an worn leather duster, covered in stains of COLOUR. Large combat boots. Old goggles cover her eyes from the dust. CLEAN leather gloves. A backpack is hung over her shoulder, and a large knife is strapped to her waist.
She kneels down to examine the flower.
Without hesitation, the girl reaches down and violently RIPS the flower out of the ground, crushing it in her palm. She carelessly shoves the flower in her bag.
She stands up and looks around her environment with focus. She walks over to the remains of a nearby building.
In the far wall sits a stain glass window, perfectly intact.
1 INT. ABANDONED STORE 1
Her expression blank, she spots the glass and walks over to it. As she walks across the room, the garbage on the floor CRACKS under her feet.
Her expression remains calm, she SHATTERS the window with her fist. Coloured shards fly everywhere.
She reaches down and starts picking up the SHARDS from the floor, filling her bag.
After the last piece of glass, she turns and walks out the door -
2.
2 EXT. RUINED TOWN-DAY 2
--into the street. She starts walking away from the remains of the town, into the distance.
3 EXT. RUINED TOWN 2-DAY 3
The sky is now darker. Ruined shops stand on either side of the cracked road, covered in rust and faded burn marks. One building stands out from the rest, fully intact, other than some rust. The DOOR is a vibrant red, and has a large PADLOCK on its handle. Written on the store window in faded white letters: ART SUPPLIES.
The girl walks down the street quickly, not looking at her surroundings.
She approaches the door with familiarity.
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a set KEYS. She chooses a bronze key, and uses it to unlock the PADLOCK.
She opens the DOOR, which creaks.
She steps inside the dimly lit room.
4 INT. ART SHOP 4
The girl closes the DOOR behind her as she walks into the room.
The inside of the shop is intact, if not covered in dirt. Along the left wall hangs a large shelf filled with art supplies, all heavily used. Across from the shelf sits a small stand. A small pile of books are carelessly decorated around the stand. At the back of the room sits a desk, surrounded by shelves. Next to the desk is a small cot, made of some old pillows and blankets. Stacked in piles,leaning against the wall, and placed over shelves and on tables, are hundreds of paintings of different types.
The girl walks into the shop, carefully stepping over paintings.
She approaches the back of the room and places her backpack on the desk.
Sitting on the desk lies an assortment of old cooking pots, three hotplates and a dirty blender. Hanging above is a set of small shelves. On the shelves are an assortment of bottles, filled with LIQUIDS of various COLOURS.
The girl removes her goggles and tosses them aside.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
She removes her backpack and places it on the desk.
She grabs two pots and places them on the hotplates, then turns them on.
She reaches into her bag and pulls out the flower, then places it into the blender. She grabs a bottle of clear liquid from the shelf and pours some into the BLENDER and then places it back on the shelf.
She turns on the BLENDER, and watches as the liquid becomes blue.
She grabs another bottle, filled with a white liquid, and pours some into the pots. She puts the bottle back.
She roles up the left sleeve of her coat, revealing several SCARS on her left arm, most of which have faded.
She grabs the knife from her waist. She holds it up, hesitates, then pushes it down into the flesh of her arm.
She WINCES and GROANS, but she does not stop cutting.
Blood starts running down her arm, and she quickly holds it over the pot of now boiling liquid.
Her expression blank, she holds her wound open with the knife, and more blood starts to flow into the pot.
After a while, she puts down the knife and grabs an already bloody rag hanging on the shelf. She wraps up her wound, and the blood stops flowing.
She turns off the blender, now filled with a blue liquid. She pours the LIQUID into the other pot, also boiling. She grabs a large wooden spoon, and begins stirring both pots.
From the shelf she grabs a box of MATCHES and places them on the desk.
She reaches under the desk and pulls out a metal BUCKET. She looks in the bucket to find it empty, save for a few twigs.
She pauses to think, then walks over to the stand in the center of the room. She grabs one of the five BOOKS on the stand.
CLOSE UP ON THE BOOK: SHAKESPEARE
She bring the book over to the desk and grabs the matches. Her expression remains blank. She lights the book on fire and throws it into the bucket.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 4.
SUDDENLY A FAINT VOICE IS HEARD COMING FROM OUTSIDE: I dunno. Probably from one of these buildings.
The girl jumps, quickly grabs the knife and turns around. She examines the room, but sees nothing. Holding the knife, she starts moving towards the door. She looks around, then cautiously steps out into the street.
5 EXT. RUINED TOWN 2-DUSK 5
The girl looks around for whatever made the sound.
In the distance, a man can be seen standing against the sunset on a pile of rubble. He is speaking to someone off screen.
MYSTERY MAN You don’t think it’s important? What if someone is out here!
A woman’s voice can be faintly heard in the distance.
MYSTERY WOMAN John said he already checked this area and didn’t find any signs of people. Besides, I doubt anyone could survive out here on their own.
MYSTERY MAN You’re probably right. But then what made that noise?
MYSTERY WOMAN Who knows? Probably just one of the older buildings collapsing on itself.
The girl turns and notices the man, facing away from her. Her expression changes to one of disbelief.
MYSTERY MAN I don’t think so. That noise sounded mechanical, more consistent. Plus, it sounded like it went on for a few minutes.
The girl, wearing an expression of excitement, turns to the man and opens her mouth, trying to call out. But instead of words, a dry whisper is the only sound she can muster.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 5.
MYSTERY WOMAN Well whatever it was, we don’t have time to look for it. It’s almost dark. We have to leave now if we want to make it back before morning.
Before the girl can try to speak again, she hears the sound of LIQUID BOILING. She turns to see one of the pots boiling over with blue liquid.
A look panic on her face, she quickly runs back into the room.
The man turns to examine his surroundings, then has a moment of hesitation.
MYSTERY MAN Ok, lets head back.
6 INT. ART SHOP 6
The girl turns off both burners, and watches the liquids settle. She pauses, then sets the knife down. She looks inside the bucket, now filled with ash. Her expression blank, she scoops a handful of ash into each pot.
She begins stirring, watching as the liquids get thicker.
She pulls down two jars from the shelf, one empty, the other half filled with red paste.
She pours the blue liquid into the empty jar, and pours the red liquid into the other.
She puts the red jar back, and pulls down a GREEN one.
She sets the jars down next to her cot, then walks across the room to the large set of shelves. She looks at the art supplies, then grabs a few PAINT BRUSHES, one of the few remaining blank canvases, and walks back to her bed.
She sits on the bed with the canvas on her lap.
A smile on her face, she opens the jars of paint, grabs the brushes, and starts painting, not realizing that the wound on her arm has started bleeding again.
CUT TO:
a painting of a blue flower.
THE END


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