Society.

Stage Setting - Before We Fall Into The Story.

Exterior : Blank Street, 10:47 PM

Buildings rise against a dark sky as a small woman of about four-feet-eleven-inches stands on the foot path looking up at the cloudless night. She stands unmoving, and proceeds to move her dainty hands up to straighten the red gloves she wears on her fingers. She also has a hat on, which acts as a barrier that does not allow us to see her face in the dim firelight. The temperature is somewhere under fifteen degrees and the woman pulls her red jacket closer to herself before stepping out onto the road and crossing it into the darker side where the light from the street lamp does not fall. Her movements give out a feeling of fear. A feeling of fear she is feeling at that moment. She looks armed with a purpose. What she has set out to achieve, she shall. And as this thought crosses our minds, she walks up to a red brick building on the other side and soon ends up outside a door that you would not have been able to see unless you had made an attempt to look for it. She opens the door without knocking and slips inside.

Interior: Red Brick Building, 10:48 PM

The inside of the room is in disarray. What previously used to be a bookshelf lies cracked and broken and fallen onto the floor. Books have fallen all over among the wooden splinters as the woman in the red jacket steps over Dostoyevsky's bloodstained Crime and Punishment before she walks past the torso of the bookshelf. She notices something glistening under the fallen shelf and as she looks closer, she notices a woman's hand. She panics and moves the shelf across with surprisingly little effort. She sees a fallen girl, who looks to be an apparent seventeen years of age, with a blow stricken to her forehead, from the insides of which, blood appears to pour out. The Red Woman recognises the girl and lets out a shriek that could be heard across the confines of the street and into the distant hills beyond the town's exit limits.

Exterior: One Of The Hills Beyond Town Exit Limits, 10:48 PM

It is dark, there is no moon in the sky, but the stars appear to shine bright enough to illuminate two people lying against the crest of the hill. A boy can be seen, lying against the grass, made blue in the starlight, resting his head upon a bundle, only the silhouette of which can be seen in the dim night's light. A girl lies horizontal to the boy's direction, resting her head on the boy's belly. Both have woolen parkas thrown about under them, and above. They are staring up at the sky, not speaking, when a shrill noise is heard from the distance. They do not react, and continue to stare up at the sky. A few minutes later, a loud bang is heard. They sit up straight now.

Interior: POV of Girl Who Is Not Dead, 11:05 PM

"I cannot see clearly, I need to blink a few times, before I get up. I do not remember very well how I am found on the floor. I see the fan spinning slowly in the next room. I try to stand. It takes effort. I try anyway. I can't feel my hands at first. I am reminded of a movie I saw once, long before. A woman was buried under the earth, alive. I put all my effort into moving my feet. I think and direct every nerve within my body to come forth and do its bidding. My toe twitches. At least my feet are moving now. I do the same with my hands. I move them both in unison. I finally roll over on my side, and push myself upward with one of my hands. I sit up straight and look around me. It is all broken. The bookshelf, is fallen on me. How? I try remembering my name, I cannot. This scares me, for I am sure I have a name. I stand up straight. It hurts between my thighs. I stand up anyway, and in the next instant, almost fall down. I stumble. With a purposeful trudge, I set my left foot forward, and then, my right, and then, my left, and so on, until some memory seems to flow out of my subconscious, and into my present self. I walk into the next room."

Interior: The Room With The Fan Spinning Slowly, 11:09 PM

The girl with the broken forehead appears at the helm of the room, but the sight that greets her, is not a pretty one. Broken bottle shards lay among a few bottles strewn around a tipped box with Carlsberg written on it. The smell of alcohol hits her, but she wonders why the smell is familiar. She tries saying C-A-R-L-S-B-E-R-G out loud. "Cearlsbarg," she says.

She appears surprised at hearing her own voice. She reads a few more words - "probebly da best in th wurld," she says, before turning away from the Carlsberg box and looking at the other end of the room. A man lies slumped over a chair, with a knife sticking out of his back. The girl walks up to the knife and pulls at it. As it comes out of the man's back, he gasps before falling headfirst once again on the table. The blood comes out of the cut in his blue shirt, and flows down slowly, staining the shirt and turning black. The girl drops the knife when she hears him gasp, and looks to the left. To the left, she sees a woman fallen with her back against the wall of another room. It is darker in there. She is drawn to the room in an instant, forgetting the man who is now dead.

Interior: POV of Live Girl, The Room Where It Is Darker, 11:11 PM

"I walk into the room, and I see a woman, with a gun in her right hand, facing left with her thumb inside the trigger hole, and her other fingers clasped around the grip. Her eyes are open, steely, staring up at me, and there's an explosion of blood behind her head. She makes me panic. She reminds me of someone. But I'm not able to place her. She used to be someone I knew. The words Anna come back to me in a flash. That is a familiar name. Who is this woman? I turn around and walk into the other room, where the man's arms have fallen to the side of the table, and his face has slumped to the side. I can see it now, in the yellow light. I recognise him. I know this man too. But while the dead woman only reminds me of what might be happy memories, the man's face tells me to run away. I need to get away from this person, dead or alive that he may be. I turn and run. As I climb down a flight of stairs, and out the door, onto the street, a cold shiver hits me. I realise I'm not wearing much, and that is why it has been cold all along. What I'm wearing is a tube top, I seem to remember this before I run back up, and take the red jacket of the dead woman, wrap it around myself, and run back out into the cold of the night."