0:00 - 0:04
Blackness. Slow, laboured breathing extends into a death rattle.
V/O, female: ‘We lost the world.’
0:05 - 0:09
Series of fixed-camera shots of cities destroyed and deserted. The images intersperse with close-ups of wounds and dead flesh.
V/O: ‘To the dead.’
0:10 - 0:13
An overgrown yard crowded with shambling, rotting corpses.
At the farthest corner of the lot, something hidden in the undergrowth snatches a zombie out of sight.
0:14 - 0:16
Young man (Y) runs through the charred remains of an art gallery. A mob of bloody dead run after him.
Blackness. Sound of wet explosion.
Y has turned, is staring at a swamp of decaying blood, all that is left of his pursuers.
V/O: ‘We’re all prey to something.’