First page of a short script titled “How’ll We Survive” written by Nick Wasilieff.
EXT. OLD GLORY GENERATIONAL SPACESHIP
Long. Cylindrical. Aged. A blue domed tip and eight rings alternating red and white, each with a letter of 'OLD GLORY' forms the ship's body. The 'L' in GLORY is scuffed off. The ship hovers in Earth's orbit.
THE MOON SHINES. FULL. BRIGHT.
INT. OLD GLORY - GRAND LOBBY
A FEMALE REPORTER (40, power suit, power hungry) holds firm amongst DOZENS OF PEOPLE SCARED FOR THEIR LIVES. Microphone in hand. She gazes toward a camera. SCREAMS, GROWLS, and HOWLS surround her.
REPORTER
Reporting live from the Upper Level lobby, where moonlight has begun pouring in. Werewolves have --
A brown blur knocks her off camera. SQUOOSH! A gush of blood fills the air. A GURGLED SCREAM.
INT. OLD GLORY - CONGRESS CHAMBER
WINDOWLESS. Big enough for fifty people, but only four endure the CACOPHANY OF CHAOS from the ship's bowels.
Scientific Advisor SATYA (30, lab coat, bona fide cynic) and
Captain THORIN (23, crisp uniform, mindless) face a podium.
SATYA
When we returned to orbit two weeks ago, the data immediately indicated that Earth remained uninhabitable. WHY ARE WE STILL HERE?
VP MOYER (75, mush crammed into a suit) stands at the podium with PRESIDENT KAISER (108, loose suit on a skeletal body).
SHRIEKS, CRIES, and SHREDDING METAL reverberate from outside the large reinforced door.
SATYA (CONT'D)
Attacks happen daily by simply orbiting with the moon! There's no logical reason to be here still!
VP MOYER
Are we sure it's werewolves?
On the eve of the #ScreenwritingChallenge prompts dropping, for #FirstPageFriday HERE’s my short How’ll We Survive, which originated as my 1st round entry in last year’s competition. I pulled the Political Satire genre and ended up with a political satire sci-fi horror comedy 😂. #NYCMSWC