Prisoner’s Dilemma, Pt. 11

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The Young Grey Man sits alone in the dusty cell. He is thin, his beard grown in, his clothes torn and tattered.

THE GREY MAN (V.O.)

Hell, I bet I even got something in common with your friend over there. I know what it’s like to feel like there’s no escape at all. Or like there’s only one escape. I know what it’s like to want to die, and I’ll bet you don’t even know that. You think this is bad? You think this is Hell? Kid, it can get so much worse.

The cell door opens. The Masked Men enter, and the Young Grey Man regards them numbly, indifferently.

One of the Masked Men steps forward. Instead of forcing the Young Grey Man to his feet, the Masked Man hits him in the face with the stock of the rifle.

THE GREY MAN (V.O.)

I know what it’s like for the world to go so black, you think you’ll never wake up.

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EXT. THE DESERT – NIGHT

The Young Grey Man is bound and on his knees, a hood over his head. His chest rises and falls from fear. Masked Men stand around him, looming over his helpless form.

THE GREY MAN (V.O.)

There’s a certain kind of terror that comes from expecting your life to be pointless and horrible and then learning that it’s so much worse than you ever thought it could be.

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