Into The Wild

Opening to a movie script, potential idea, horror movie. **WORKING IDEA**

I understood that the emerging adult female protagonist is experiencing a resurfacing trauma. \

What are the implications?
What is her trauma?
How is that revealed to the audience?

They're in the forest. Pine trees abound in a desolated forest. Fog emerges from the soil, an ant's overcast.

Jenny runs through the rugged trail, not yet asphalted, despite the rest of the park's general upgrades the past two years.
Heart rate at about 150 bpm. Ideal target achieved.

Despite minor shin splints, she had a habit of attaching to her Adidas white with blue strap tennis shoes for months too long,
she never felt better.

She approaches a fork in the road and must decide where to go:

"Which trail am I on?" she thought aloud.

What she observed were a couple at an over hill, two dogs in hand. The pets noticed her presence below and barked, friendly yet
discerning.

"What is that about when you think of it, huh?"

It sounded like a shout through her psyche.

On and on and on, the words shattered her peace, solitary person that she was.

"Well, she would know. She's been around here before." Dogs make eye contact with her.

What's innocuity but coincidence masked as serendipity, she attempted to philosophize, internalizing her previous oneness with nature.

She swears that she hears a whistle, or maybe a bell. Was it a grasshopper? Some notification of the world had grabbed her attention.

At that point, the spill began.


TITLE SCREEN




"I lead people to the light. My name is Dr. Jenny Marina and I have been the executive director of better medicines for the better part of the last
decade. Age reduction therapy, in the simplest sense, is a question of rejuvenating elder cells. Our clients visit us once a month for their injection,
and their golden years are now starting to feel like a second honeymoon."

**The audience laughs**

"Now seriously folks, isn't the point of life to have our legacy cemented before our eyes with vigor?"

**The crowd nods, staring each other in the eyes earnestly almost.**

Jenny's magnetism lay in her capacity to explore the potentials of the human mind. In fact, her education was in programming, A.I. coding, and general
theory of mind (her dissertation's general direction [fill in details later]) which she had used to understand the human paradigm as something much more than biology
or mere mechanics.

She left the stage, enamored with the adoration, for her ideas had been well thought out.

"Dr. Marina, Jonny Cornman from the West District is here to visit you at the earliest convenience."

Jenny nodded her head, got a quick glass of water, and splashed cold water on her face seven straight times. She was ready.

"Oye, Sra. Doctora, Ud es mas guapa que nunca! Encantado." Cornman spoke some form of Esperanto, and appreciated using it any chance he could.

"Hola Sr.! Que tal? Es un dia aun mas bonito."

She wasn't much of a talker. She preferred ****I'm trying to make her quiet because I don't know what dialogue to write**** the character of the script quiet. Therefore, I will jump
into that challenge of writing a conversation!!!!!












"The spill...? But...wh-- what, ? Are you kidding me?"

She puckered her lips in a paradoxical fear, because she really didn't know what she was listening to.

"You know that it's true, Ms. Marina...you've let it remain hidden in your mind for all that time......"

"Do you mean the time I learned to tight rope on my period?"

"Wow, wrong answer. But two points for humor; write those types of jokes more often."

"Why am I here?"

"You're asking all the right questions."

"And then you ask where does a game go too far? When maybe you led me through loops and hoops in the quest
for an eternal life humanity isn't even ready yet for? You think that's what this was all about anyway?
That you didn't need a helping hand?"

"We all have our choices to make, and that includes the spill."

"What's the spill? I think you don't know what you're talking about, and that perhaps you're hacking my mind
in altering my perceptions?"

"Is that gaslighting, in your opinion?"

The tables had turned, and she recognized that her own mind games were futile in the face of this presenter.