Michael’s Camera – 20:47
Twigs snap and crack. The camera tilts, looks up into darkness, pans forward again. “Guys!” Michael shouts.
The pool of light from the camera illuminates a thick woodland, path crisscrossed with branches. There is no depth; the woods eat up the light and create a pool of darkness around the scene.
“Where is everyone?” Michael mutters. “So, I’m in Wayfarer’s Woods.” He speaks up, narrating. “It’s dark. It’s cold. I don’t think you can see it on the screen yet but there’s a low fog settling in.” He stumbles. The shot bounces around. He gasps, spins around.
“Did you hear that?” he asks. He lets out a shaky breath, the camera wobbling with the