a little to add.
If you had been in the foyer, while shit was going crazy, this is what you would have been witness to: As the bloody stranger shut the basement door behind him, someones head was ripped from their neck. After a few solid bites, the cameraman's neck was as thin as his spine. Some quick turns, trying to reach the meat behind his ears, and his head was twisted right off, held with a greedy satisfaction. The screams you heard as the basment door was open, and the P.A was staring up at a blood soaked stranger, were those of the director. He was standing in the same spot, looking like a frightened six year old. Not quite accepting what he was seeing as reality, he stared, screaming as if he was watching the goriest movie ever made. The guy standing there, lunching on the cameraguy's head, turned his head towards the director, and tilted it slightly. A bloody grin crept across his face.
By this point, the P.A had locked the door downstairs, hearing the hiss of an airtight seal being made. He wouldnt have seen his favorite actress, stumbling to her feet, a vacant stare on her face. As she rose, her left tit remained an open pocket, flapping against her stomach. She didnt seem to notice; her eyes, hollow orbs floating in her head, focused on only one thing - the sound coming from the director's mouth. She licked her lips once, and began her clumsy waltz towards the front of the house. The director, now one of only 3 people still alive upstairs, would still not move from his original location. The other two survivors, a mic operator and another camera guy, were busy bumping into each other trying to figure out a way out and didnt notice the porn star walking up the hall towards them. The camera guy, finally deciding it would probably be a good idea to head out the front door, had his back to the actress. The mic operator, thinking it might be a good idea to head towards the basement, had a perfect view of her, now only a foot away from his fellow crew member. He was helpless to watch.
She grabbed the camera guy by his scalp, pulling his head back with enough force to snap his throat. A wet gargle was all he could manage before his body went limp. She dug her long nails into the soft part above his adams apple, and withdrew a respectable chunk of his throat. The mic operator vomited. Then he fainted. When he awoke, he wasnt alive anymore...
By this point, the P.A had locked the door downstairs, hearing the hiss of an airtight seal being made. He wouldnt have seen his favorite actress, stumbling to her feet, a vacant stare on her face. As she rose, her left tit remained an open pocket, flapping against her stomach. She didnt seem to notice; her eyes, hollow orbs floating in her head, focused on only one thing - the sound coming from the director's mouth. She licked her lips once, and began her clumsy waltz towards the front of the house. The director, now one of only 3 people still alive upstairs, would still not move from his original location. The other two survivors, a mic operator and another camera guy, were busy bumping into each other trying to figure out a way out and didnt notice the porn star walking up the hall towards them. The camera guy, finally deciding it would probably be a good idea to head out the front door, had his back to the actress. The mic operator, thinking it might be a good idea to head towards the basement, had a perfect view of her, now only a foot away from his fellow crew member. He was helpless to watch.
She grabbed the camera guy by his scalp, pulling his head back with enough force to snap his throat. A wet gargle was all he could manage before his body went limp. She dug her long nails into the soft part above his adams apple, and withdrew a respectable chunk of his throat. The mic operator vomited. Then he fainted. When he awoke, he wasnt alive anymore...