knock, knock...

INT. A DARK ROOM
AT NIGHT

FULL SHOT: The room has no light except for tha street light across street that passes through the close bins. She, young in her mid 20's, wearing a light black dress, holding a rose in her hand, stands infront of a closed door. She stare at the door as if some is to come in any moment. She breaths lightly, but still with troubles. She is ready, still scared.

A light switches on behind the door and footsteps are heardable now. She doesn't react to this.

VOICE OFF, NARRATOR:
Some one's coming... we've always felt it. The moment's ahead... We've always known it.

CLOSE UP AT HER FEET, WITH THE BACK DOOR'S LIGHT: Her naked feet contrast the wooden floor. Only the back door's light enlight them. The rose falls near her right foot.

The shadow of a Man's feet stands on the other side of the door.

V.O. NARRATOR:
... How we face the felling and the knowledge is what makes us...

TILTED DOWN SHOT, MEDIUM: The door opens and we only get to see the Man, wearing perfectly dark entering the room. His shadow towards her.

VO. NARRATOR (Continuing):
... really humans.