Lone Survival -open Test- | Script

Below: an endless, alien forest. Bioluminescent vines pulse like veins. And in the distance – something moves. Fast. Too many legs.

Inside, JAX (20s, gaunt, disoriented) gasps. His first breath in 300 days. He stumbles out, wearing only a torn grey undersuit. His dog tags clink against the metal rail. Lone Survival -OPEN TEST- Script

(to himself) You hear that, you bastards? I’m not a soldier anymore. I’m not a survivor. (beat) I’m the goddamn test subject. Below: an endless, alien forest

A long pause. The wind dies. The distant creature stops moving. It knows . Below: an endless

He steps onto a cracked observation deck. The sky is wrong – a swirling violet and orange, with two moons, one shattered, hanging low.