EXT. THE BROKEN HILLS - NOON
Bleached sky. A valley of stone and dust where a highway used to run. Wind, then nothing.
Far below, one speck of dust moves against the wind. It is running.
Ground level. A paw lands on hot rock, the sun white behind it. Then another.
THE HOUND. A lean black dog inside scarred army plates, rust red, packed with grit.
On its shoulder, a white disc with a symbol no one alive can read. Somebody's unit. Somebody's country.
It stops ten feet from us. Lips back. Panting, or warning.
NELL (O.S.)
(throat full of dust)
Half a canteen. You drink first.
The wind drops. Neither of them moves.
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