Since then, we have rebuilt our
lives, moved on with as much
normalcy as possible in a world
torn apart by the realization that
God is real, and not only were we
not alone, but his angels were our
most hated enemies.
And we continue to hope, to
believe, that THE CHOSEN ONE, the
baby hunted by the angels, our
Savior... ...will someday reveal
himself to us.
INT. CASINO FLOOR - DARK
A darkened casino, gamers long gone. Wires dangle, tables
overturned, the place destroyed. A tomb. A FLASHLIGHT BEAM
sweeps through the wreckage. A MAN steps through the debris,
followed by his sharp eyed Jack Russell, ELI.
The man wears a blue uniform, a CROWN OF LAUREL LEAVES
emblazoned on one arm, below it a small set of WHITE WINGS.
He’s heavily armed, a shotgun on his back, and strangely,
incongruous with the period, a short sword strapped to his
This is ALEX LANNEN (25), handsome rebel, a Cool Hand Luke
among the ruins. Alex has a mischievous glint to his eyes,
but underneath a hard earned seriousness, as if his lot has
always been a conflict between dealing with what life has
given him versus doing what he wants.
Alex moves cautiously, a pack slung over his back, a man on a
mission. He enters the ruined showroom floor of a Range
Rover dealership, the cars all gone.
Alex walks to the back and pushes aside a giant tarp; a RANGE
ROVER is parked in an office, blocked from view, a hidden
secret. His secret.
This is something Alex doesn’t want anyone to know about and
we see why when he opens the back gate. It’s filled with
weapons, extra gas, food, stacks of batteries,
clothes. He’s planning on going somewhere.
Alex takes more supplies from his pack, loads them into the
truck. He contemplates his stash. The dog whines.