The crystal beams pearce through the climbing fog that is drifting toward the shore. Cut, we see the fog begin to entwine itself around the lighthouse. With a boom in the music, we cut to the dark town and the fog which is drifting through the deserted street. Violins begin to play as the fog stretches itself out, curling into the houses.
We follow the fog as it smokes through the streets and we see exploded fuel pumps leaking out into a street, the only live sound we can hear. As the fog lifts up we can see the weather board flipping numbers, rising at speed, passing 300 F.
Wheesee!!!!! Suddenly, a gasping figure emerges from the fog, face hardly in-tact. His weak arm rises to the window, trying to somehow escape the fog. His had touches the window just as the fog engoulfs him. Smash! His decapatitaning body breaks the window open, screams rise as the fog makes it's way toward the gap in the window. The window had broken the advertisement on the glass, leaving the words, "All Must Die"
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