EXT. EMPTY AVENUE - DAY
Rain on dead traffic. A fire truck idles, doors open, no crew. At the end of the avenue, between two towers, something the size of a building crawls toward us.
ELI (30s), a backpack on one shoulder, is the only one walking. He stops.
The mist parts. Two red eyes open, each one wider than a bus.
The creature rears. Its tentacles unfold over the rooftops, slow and heavy. A line of windows bursts.
ELI
(barely a breath)
It's not attacking. It's looking for something.
Glass rains past him. He looks up. He doesn't run.
EXT. EMPTY AVENUE - WIDE - CONTINUOUS
One man in the middle of the street. One monster at the end of it. It lowers its head to his level.
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