From one of the first classes we had with Pete, he read out his own story that he would later show us a storyboard from, from this, me and Emma came up with the idea to write a story based on our ideas so far to help us visualise the cutscene.
Emma wrote the story based upon the ideas and plans we came up with together
Project: Fog
The scene begins with a close worn old leather book upon an ink stained wooden desk surround by old papers and quills. The book opens slowly to two blank pages that slowly materialise into the story and a picture of a cottage, suddenly the pages are enveloped in black ink that engulfs the entire screen.
As the screen slowly clears to a view of an orange sky with a sun that is just minutes from setting, a monarch butterfly swoops across the screen, the camera follows as it flies down to a little cottage surround entirely by trees and fences, clearly deep in a forest.
A little girl emerges from the home, however her face is not shown, only the back of her head which is hooded with a raincoat. He hums as she skips down her pathway, towards the deep of the forest when something white and fluffy catches her eyes. As the bunny turns, it reveals that the rabbit is no ordinary rabbit, its eyes enlarged and frightening, the girl reveals her face to show a gas mask over it. She chases the bunny down the dirt pathway through the forest, the forest growing darker and darker as the sun goes down, she passed signs after signs of warnings, begging any traveller to keep away, alerting to danger ahead. Running after the animal, she reaches ruins where she corners the bunny.
CRACK!
A loud noise behind her causes her to suddenly look behind her. A powerful thick purple fog begins to spread through the trees towards her, with her eyes widened, the little girls starts running in the opposite direction of this fog, it tightly chasing behind her as she jumps over rocks and fallen tree branches. Behind her she hears loud growls and squeals as the woodland animals begin transforming into horrifying almost demon looking versions of themselves as the fog surrounds them. As she runs through the forest, she passes small areas of the forest where the trees have been chopped down and tents had been built, filled with gurneys and countless body bags wrapped with black tape. As she crosses a small lake, she stops running, seeming to think she is safe where she is, she bends and pants heavily through her mask, worn out from her chase. She slowly stands up and looks towards her home, only to find a pile of rubble where it once laid, as she stares at what once was her home, a twig snaps behind her, she looks back then slowly upwards as a large shadow crosses over her.