05 Tinderboxes | Video
[When the feed starts, the view is nearly entirely obscured by blades of grass turned fuzzy from the lack of proper foreground focus.
There’s only the sound of heavy, pained panting in the background that goes on for a minute. And then the view shifts as a hand turns the NV to expose Daniel, ashen faced, sweating lightly, and looking like he hasn’t slept in a few days.
The young man looks around the city, clearly bewildered at every sight - he even flinches when a butterfly flutters close to his face.]
I... I’m alive...
[The feed cuts.]
There’s only the sound of heavy, pained panting in the background that goes on for a minute. And then the view shifts as a hand turns the NV to expose Daniel, ashen faced, sweating lightly, and looking like he hasn’t slept in a few days.
The young man looks around the city, clearly bewildered at every sight - he even flinches when a butterfly flutters close to his face.]
I... I’m alive...
[The feed cuts.]