44 - DL 15 - On The Edge Of Darkness

Previously – On Daniel’s Blogs.

2pm-1am:
Filming. I love it. I love the people, I love the place, I love the activities, I love the end product, and I love the comradery. Everyone is so friendly and diligent and eager to do a great job, it really is awesome. Plus, several cute girls were there, who were not from my course, that’s always nice.

EXT. RUGBY CLUB/PARKING LOT – NIGHT

A small hill rises, the Club House perched upon it. A field stretches off to the side, quickly disappearing into the gloom. At the bottom of the hill, lit by a mere three street lights, is the parking lot. Only two cars are parked, a white 4-wheel drive that is roughly the size of a storage crate, and a much smaller blue car several spaces away.

From the blue car, a figure emerges. Pale, grimy, greasy, sweaty, ugly haired, skinny but also flabby, and in a nervous state. This is Daniel Lyons, 20, a typical straight, white male, really a very boring protagonist.

            DANIEL

Where in the f**k am I?

Daniel walks over to the sign of the Club, all the time trying his phone, hoping that somehow it regains some battery, and manages to lead him home. The sign is dark, and the name is basically hidden. Daniel sighs.

            DANIEL (Grumbling)

Not that it would have helped anyway…

He looks up at the club. There are lights on upstairs, maybe there is a person? A person with directions? Daniel starts walking back across the parking lot, and taking long strides, ascends the sloped driveway till he gets to the entrance. It’s 1:30 in the morning, and there is no chance it’s open, but Daniel tries the door anyway.

He thinks about shouting something, but can’t think of what. No matter what he says, he’s still arriving there at 1:30 in the morning, and everything he does will look suspicious. The door is locked, so Daniel gives up and walks back to the car.

As he approaches, he considers his options. He has no phone, no GPS, and no map books, and he is in a part of the world he has never been in before alone, and has no sense of direction. Essentially, he is f**ked.

            DANIEL (Sarcastically)

Why don’t I just sleep and ask someone for directions in the morning…

Then, over on the road, a sound builds. Daniel quickly runs over to the road, and watches as a taxi passes by. Daniel tries to wave it down, knowing that they’ll have a GPS which can tell him the directions, but the taxi sails past, not giving him the time of night… Daniel runs up the road towards a concentration of shops, light flaring down the street.

Will Daniel ever get home? Stay tuned next week for the continuation of the thrilling trilogy.

Daniel Lyons.