“Hey, wake up.”
I slowly opened my eyes, Ken was standing over me, his voice muffled by the music coming through my earbuds.
“Dude, come on, the director is already outside waiting.”
Looking over at the alarm clock beside me, it was 7:00 AM. We were staying in a hotel somewhere in South Zagoria, Chernogorsk or something like that. I was a screenwriter for a small studio out of Los Angeles and we were here on a location scout for our next movie.
“Get up for fuck’s sake.”
Ken’s quip took me from my thoughts and I got up, got dressed, and grabbed my folder full of notebooks, scripts, and other miscellaneous office supplies. We both walked out of the room together, Ken was right of course, John, the director, was already standing outside with Krista, our producer.
“Ken. Sam.” John nodded as he said both our names. “Ready to go?”
It was a long drive, we were driving for what seemed like hours, I was writing and listening to music while the others talked to our guide about the location. We eventually arrived, the area was heavily forested with a single radio tower where we parked and got out.
Ken elbowed me. “What do you think? How are we gonna power everything?”
I’d made my way through a lot of different departments before landing in screenwriting so I was always asked a tonne of technical questions, especially when Ken was our cinematographer.
“No clue, ask the gaffers when we get home,” I responded
Home. It’d be nice to be there right now, I have no clue why I agreed to come on this scouting trip.
Ken sighed, obviously annoyed at my response.
We explored for a few hours, Ken going on about the natural lighting while John was talking about ‘his vision.’ Eventually, we got back in the car and drove back to the hotel, it was dark by the time we got there and I decided just to go to bed.
The next few days were uneventful, we stayed in town and scouted there, it was the middle of July, so it was hotter than shit, but we made it through. We heard some things about bombings and other weird shit going on a few towns over, but we were scheduled to fly out on the 20th so we weren’t too worried about it.
We should have been. It was July 17th, we were instructed not to leave the hotel and that someone would come for us soon.
Three days crawled by, gunfire filled the nights and sirens filled the days. It was the morning of the 20th, we knew no one was coming back for us. Ken and I decided to take matters into our own hands and make for an airport. That was a mistake.
From there, everything is blurry. Ken was shot, I remember that. The airport was fucked. So yeah, now I’m stuck here, all I got is my clothes and an old iPod Nano. Hopefully, I find a way out of this shithole.