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FADE IN .•• on a PROLOGUE - words on a screen:
"The cause was a rebellion - called The Dark Days - the
thirteen districts of Panem rising up against the Capitol.
The rebellion was crushed. One District, the 13th, was
destroyed entirely. The other twelve barely survived.
When it was over, The Capitol decreed that those twelve
Districts - as a brutal reminder of their treasonous
rebellion - would forever suffer a punishment, once a year.
It was called The Hunger Games."
As those last words linger, we SMASH TO:
.•• a nightmare. Please, God, let it be a nightmare. We are:
EXT. ABANDONED RESORT TOWN - DAY
We're RUNNING through a battle-zone. BODIES right and left,
strewn on a street. We keep running, dodging death itself.
An ARROW just whizzed by us, barely missing, banging noisily
into what used to be a newsstand. Another arrow buzzes past.
Running, desperate - hearing our own footsteps, our shallow
breaths and groans of fear. There's another body on a
sidewalk, semi-impaled. This is a perfect Hell.
It used to be Aspen - 300 years ago. Abandoned now, overgrown
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with foliage, decaying, dead.
We run around a corner, our heart rate spiking -- a KNIFE,
hurtling at us out of nowhere. PFFFT! It buries itself into
our left arm. The pain is searing. We falter ...
But we have to keep running, have to get to safety. Our eyes
darting, looking for somewhere to hide--
Old Coffee Shops, Ski Rental Shops, Yogurt shops - skeletal
now, covered in vegetation, their windows long since blown
away. Death waiting inside all of them. Then:
A SPEAR, thrown from what used to be a second-story window.
We DIVE OUT of its way. It just misses us. But we've landed
on that wounded arm. More searing pain.
We get to our feet. Please let this end. Behind us we hear
VOICES YELLING: "Get him!" We don't look back. Just can't.
There's a corner up ahead. Safety. We reach it, turning •.•
.•. to find a WELL-BUILT KID of 17 awaiting us, with a SPIKED
MACE in his arms. He swings it at us - at our head •••