EXT. TOWN STREET - EARLY EVENING A small, quiet town in middle America. At first glance, it doesn't seem much different from any other small town you might encounter on a trip across the heartland. The QUAINT, PASTORAL HOMES lining the quaint pastoral street are all identical, though each is a different color. All the colors are pale and faded. A number of cars are parked along the side of the street, yet all the driveways are empty. There's no one outside. ANGLE ON : A WINDOW SHUTTER BEING CLOSED FROM THE INSIDE, BEHIND THE GLASS. All along the street, the shutters have been closed from the inside. On all the windows, in all the houses. On closer inspection, ALL THE CARS HAVE FLAT TIRES. EXT. TOWN POOL - EARLY EVENING An old, wrecked PICK-UP TRUCK on its side in a large, empty, resort-style pool; the type you'd find at a mid-range hotel almost anywhere in the country. Thing is - there's no hotel. The pool seems randomly placed amongst the homes on a residential street. The tires on the truck are blown out. Up above, the streetlights come on; the soft electric hum audible in the early evening quiet. EXT. CATTLE PEN, EDGE OF TOWN - EARLY EVENING The makeshift fence around the pen is made out of sturdy tree branches. Crude, but serviceable. The cattle move about the pen, restless. EXT. EDGE OF THE FOREST - EARLY EVENING The road out of town leads into a dense forest; TALL TREES like ancient watchmen overlooking the town. ANGLE ON : THE TREE LEAVES RUSTLING IN THE EVENING WIND EXT. TOWN - EARLY EVENING SHERIFF BOYD STEVENS (52), grizzled, tough as nails, walks down one of the quiet, empty streets, his eyes scanning the homes around him.
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