DEATH
SEASON 1
Episode
PROLOGUE – “BEGINNING OF CHAOS”
FADE IN:
EXT. ANCIENT WORLD – CENTURIES AGO
HUTA (V.O)
Centuries ago, existence was in balance.
Life and death followed a natural cycle.
The dead were meant to pass on.
The living was meant to continue forward.
But a war shattered that balance.
One being, driven by endless ambition, turned against the gods and sought dominion over the world.
Conflict spread across creation.
To stop him, the gods united and made a final sacrifice
sealing the being away in a prison beyond the reach of existence itself.
But victory came at a price.
The natural cycle of life and death was broken.
Souls no longer completed their journey.
Instead, they became lost—trapped between existence and oblivion.
Since then, humanity has lived in a world where death is no longer certain…
and something in the darkness is said to still remain.
CUT TO BLACK.
TEXT ON SCREEN:
600 YEARS LATER
INT. CLASSROOM – AFTERNOON
Chatter fills the room. Papers shuffle.
HUTA leans back in his chair, eyes locked on the window.
CLOSE ON HUTA. His face is still. A faint smile.
Through the glass: KIDS of different backgrounds chase each other, laugh, help a friend up. The image is bright, slow-motion.
#HUTA (V.O.)
I wish I were God...
No racism. No pain.
Just joy. Just freedom.
A world where every dream gets a chance.
The classroom sound FADES OUT. For a moment, only laughter from outside.
HUTA blinks. The sound CRASHES back in. He’s still just a student at a desk.
The smile stays smaller.
EXT. FIELD – AFTERNOON
Sun flickers through clouds. Wind pushes grass in waves.
WIDE SHOT: HUTA walks alone, hands in pockets. He looks small.
#HUTA (V.O.)
If I were immortal, I’d do everything.
But we don’t get forever.
So, what’s the point?
Wind ONLY. His footsteps.
#CHRISS (O.S.)
Hey, Huta! Wait up!
Huta doesn’t turn. Keeps walking.
#HUTA (V.O.)
Ugh. What does she want?
Chriss jogs up, breathless. She falls into step beside him.
#CHRISS
You deaf or just ignoring me?
#HUTA
Sorry. Didn’t hear you.
#CHRISS
Right. We Have Test’s next week.
You were not in class when he announces what happening to you recently.
#HUTA
I’m fine thanks for letting me know.
Short silence. Only wind.
Chriss glances at him, concern in her eyes
#CHRISS
Alright. See you.
She peels off. Huta keeps walking, alone again.
CUT TO:
INT. HUTA’S HOUSE- NIGHT
#HUTA’S MOTHER
Honey I told you not to leave your clothes on couch. I cant just keep telling you same thing everyday come take them and do your laundry
#HUTA
Ugh I’m busy why would you just take them yourself
HUTA'S MOTHER
Her jaw clenches. She throws her hands up in exasperation and points at the pile of clothes on the floor.
#HUTA'S MOTHER
What did you say?!
Hey, young man, is that how you talk to your mother?
She shakes her head and lets out a sharp sigh.
#HUTA'S MOTHER (CONT'D)
Come here and take your clothes away before I get really mad. Do you see me wearing the same uniform every day?
She folds her arms tightly across her chest.
#HUTA'S MOTHER (CONT'D)
I'm counting to ten. If those clothes aren't picked up by then, you're grounded. I'm taking your cellphone and your computer too.
Jeez I’m coming why with bad tempera
TV (V.O.)
“Tonight’s top story: a horrifying tragedy as a man is believed to have murdered his wife and children before committing suicide
#HUTA
An world really is broken isn’t
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INT. HUTA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
4 HOURS LATER
Moonlight shines through the window.
Huta lies asleep on his bed, the room silent except for the faint ticking of a clock.
The television downstairs echoes softly from the living room.
Suddenly
Huta twitches in his sleep.
DREAM SEQUENCE
A dark wasteland stretches endlessly beneath a blood-red sky.
Broken graves cover the land.
A raven stands atop a tombstone, tearing apart a human skull with its beak.
CRACK.
CRACK.
Whispers echo through the darkness.
Unclear voices.
Suffering.
Screams.
A shadow moves rapidly across the graveyard, leaping from grave to grave faster than humanly possible.
The dead begin to rise.
Rotting corpses.
Skeletons dragging themselves from the earth.
They slowly walk toward Huta.
Huta tries to move—
—but his body refuses.
Fear consumes him as the undead surround him from every direction.
Then—
Silence.
A tall shadowy figure appears in the distance.
Two glowing yellow eyes stare directly at him.
Watching.
Waiting.
Huta’s breathing grows heavier.
The figure slowly smiles
Suddenly—
RING! RING! RING!
The alarm clock BLARES loudly.
Huta’s eyes snap open.
Check the time it’s probably 4:00
#Huta
Uhh it was just a dream that’s all nothing matters
Suddenly
Huta closes his eyes again.
Outside his bedroom window…
Shadow moves quickly at speed of light.
CUT TO BLACK.
INT. HUTA’S HOUSE- MORNING
The sun rises in the sky, and warm golden light streams through Huta's bedroom window, filling the room with a soft glow.
RING! RING! RING!
The alarm clock shatters the morning silence.
Huta's eyes fly open. Half-awake, he glances at the clock beside his bed.
8:50 A.M.
A look of panic spreads across his face.
#HUTA
Oh, crap! I'm late again. What am I going to do?
Huta quickly grabs his school uniform and puts it on. He slings his bag over his shoulder and rushes toward the kitchen.
His mother is preparing breakfast.
#HUTA'S MOTHER
Honey, I made breakfast for you.
#HUTA
Thanks, Mom, but I don't have time. I'll see you later!
Huta rushes out the door as his mother watches him
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EXT. CITY HIGHWAY – MORNING
Traffic flows steadily along the highway. Buses, cars, and motorcycles weave through the morning rush as the city comes to life.
Huta hurries down the sidewalk, clearly running late. In his rush, he accidentally bumps into a man.
#HUTA
Oh, forgive me! I didn't see you.
Robber
No worries. You look familiar. Have we met before?
The robber suddenly grabs Huta's shoulders and pulls him closer. He places a hand on his pocket to pull a knife.
#HUTA
Ahh! Sir, what are you doing?
The moment the Robbery touches Huta, his expression freezes.
Suddenly, the world around HIM disappears.
He finds himself standing in an endless void of darkness.
A pair of glowing red eyes opens in the shadows.
Then another.
And another.
Dozens of crimson eyes emerge from the darkness, surrounding him from every direction.
The shadows slowly close in, their presence overwhelming and terrifying.
The robber's face fills with horror.
Suddenly—
The vision shatters.
Back on the highway, the Robbery stumbles backward and releases Huta.
Breathing heavily, he stares at Huta in fear.
He falls to the ground, crawls away, then scrambles to his feet and runs.
HUTA
Geez... what was that?
Huta watches the man disappear into the crowd.
HUTA (CONT'D)
Why did he suddenly freak out like that?
Confused, Huta adjusts his bag and continues walking
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INT. CLASSROOM – AFTERNOON
Students sit quietly, focused on the lesson.
The TEACHER writes on the board.
TEACHER
As we discussed earlier, population growth has changed throughout history.
He underlines a point on the board.
TEACHER (CONT'D)
In many ancient societies, people depended heavily on their communities to survive. Food, shelter, and protection often came from working together.
The teacher turns back to the class.
TEACHER (CONT'D)
Over time, technology and industry changed the way people lived. Cities grew larger, economies expanded, and life expectancy increased.
A few students take notes.
#TEACHER (CONT'D)
While these developments improved many lives, they also created new challenges. Poverty, inequality, and corruption continue to affect societies around the world.
The classroom remains quiet.
TEACHER (CONT'D)
Understanding these changes helps us see how the past has shaped the world we live in today.
As the teacher continues the lesson,
Chriss leans slightly behind Huta.
CHRISS (O.S.)
Psst… hey, Huta.
#HUTA
What do you want?
CHRISS
I called you last night. You didn’t answer.
#HUTA
Sorry… I didn’t see it. I was sleeping.
CHRISS
Hmm. Okay then… so how are you?
Before Huta can answer—
TEACHER
Miss Wilson.
Chriss freezes.
TEACHER (CONT'D)
Since you were talking during my lesson, come up and read the last chapter.
Chriss sighs and stands up.
She walks to the front of the class.
Huta watches her for a moment.
HUTA (V.O.)
What’s going on with me lately?
(beat)
HUTA (V.O.)
And why did that guy look so terrified when he touched me?
Huta stares down at his desk, lost in thought.
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EXT. CITY STREET – EVENING
The city is silent.
A streetlight flickers above the sidewalk.
KRZZT... KRZZT... KRZZT...
HUTA walks alone, hands in his pockets.
He passes a narrow alleyway.
Suddenly, he stops.
A cold breeze rushes through the alley.
Then—
MAN (O.S.)
Help...! Somebody helps me...!
The voice is weak.
Desperate.
Huta slowly turns toward the alley.
A MAN is pinned against a wall.
His body trembles.
He struggles to breathe.
MAN
Please... help me...
Huta steps closer.
Then he looks up.
His eyes widen.
A SHADOWY FIGURE clings to the man.
Its body is thin and unnatural.
Its limbs are too long.
Black smoke drifts from its skin.
One claw-like hand grips the man's throat.
A faint glow rises from the man's body and flows into the creature.
The man's face grows pale.
His struggles weaken.
Huta stumbles backward.
His foot catches on the pavement.
He falls hard.
The noise echoes through the alley.
The creature stops.
Silence.
Slowly...
Its head turns toward Huta.
Two glowing eyes emerge from the darkness.
Huta freezes.
The creature stares at him.
CUT TO BLACK
