THE WAVES LAPPING UP THE SAND ON THE SHORE. YOU GET CLOSE TO THE CABIN.
YOU CAN START TO HEAR 3 MABY 4 VOICES. MOSTLY GIRLS. BUT YOU CAN
DISTINCTLY HEAR ONE GUY NOW. THERE ARGUEING. SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER.
THE GIRLS SOUND NERVOUS OR SCARED WITH THIER CHILDLIKE ORDER. CUT TO
THE INSIDE OF THE CABIN. THERE YELLING AT EACH OTHER BUT YOU CANT HEAR
THEM NOW. SOUND HAS BEEN REPLACED BY HIGH SPEED PUMPING MUSIC. THIS
GOES ON FOR A WHILE. YOU SLOWLY TURN A 360 TO GET A GOOD LOOK AT THE
INSIDE OF THE CABIN. THERES A KITCHEN. FILTHY BUT NO DISHES, NO FOOD. A
FEW CRUDDY APLIANCES, BUT THATS ABOUT IT.THE KITCHEN COUNTER IS LONG
ON ONE SIDE USED TO SEPERATE THE KITCHEN FROM THE HALF ASSED LIVING
ROOM. YOU PAN ARROUND AND SEE THE SCREAN WINDOWS WITH NO SHUTTERS.
THE BEACH LOOKS DESOLATE BUT NOT CALM. KEEP GOING. THE FRONT DOOR IS
OPEN BUT THE SCREAN DOOR IS SHUT. YOU CAN SEE THE PEOPLE AGAIN. STILL
FIGHTING. SOME PACING AND THROWING A WORD IN HERE OR THERE. THE LIVING
ROOM IS SMALL. 3 GIRLS ARE STANDING IN IT AND IT ALMOST CONSUMES THEM.
NO FURNATURE ACCEPT A NASTY OLD LOVE SEAT THAT NO ONE WILL SIT ON, A
LAMP IN THE CORNER AND 3.....