Zach and Bert lean over a table looking at an old, weathered text. They both reach to turn the page. Their hands touch. They're startled but neither pulls back. They turn to look at each other.
CLOSE ON their faces. Inches apart. Could? This? Be?
Suddenly we PULL FOCUS and see beyond them, through the empty space between their faces. In the background -- unbeknownst to our heroes -- all of their classmates are being killed.
They inch closer together, slowly. Tentatively. Their blurred, foreground mouths finally touch and block our view of the horrors behind them. They fill the frame and we...
Re: MEME WITHIN A MEME: Who do you ship?
Zach and Bert lean over a table looking at an old, weathered text. They both reach to turn the page. Their hands touch. They're startled but neither pulls back. They turn to look at each other.
CLOSE ON their faces. Inches apart. Could? This? Be?
Suddenly we PULL FOCUS and see beyond them, through the empty space between their faces. In the background -- unbeknownst to our heroes -- all of their classmates are being killed.
They inch closer together, slowly. Tentatively. Their blurred, foreground mouths finally touch and block our view of the horrors behind them. They fill the frame and we...
... CUT TO BLACK.