{"id":4953,"date":"2023-07-13T00:38:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-12T21:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/?p=4953"},"modified":"2023-07-13T08:56:53","modified_gmt":"2023-07-13T05:56:53","slug":"lara-page-38","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/lara-page-38\/","title":{"rendered":"Lara &#8211; Page 38"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>EXT. DAY. ENTERANCE OF THE ENTIRE FARMHOUSE<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">The farmhouse, now viewed from outside, stands securely locked. Sandbags line the windows, and through one of them, a man peers with his rifle resting on the windowsill. Meanwhile, children perch on the roof, each facing a different direction, keeping watch from a distance.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>EXT. NIGHT. ENTERANCE TO THE ENTIRE FARMHOUSE<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Night. A man stands near the window, a faint glow emitting from his cigarette. The night air resonates with the sound of chirping crickets. Abruptly, a knife is hurled from the darkness, finding its mark in the man&#39;s throat. In slow motion, he collapses to the ground, his fall echoing with a resounding thud.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:left\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\"><strong>END FLASHBACK<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:right\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>EXT. DAY. IN THE CHARRED ROOM<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">The elder Tom gazes intently as the distant memories float within his mind. Abruptly, he lets out a piercing scream, reminiscent of a three-year-old child<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>TOM<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">They&#39;re coming!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:right\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:left\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\"><strong>FLASH BACK<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>EXT. NIGHT. INSIDE THE FARMHOUSE<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">The remaining two men rush to the open window and swiftly close it. Dozens of furious androids crouch around the farmhouse terrace. With a powerful swing of an axe, the front door is forcefully breached, and the blades of the axes pierce through, causing the door to crack. One of the men fires several shots into the door, and agonizing cries can be heard from the other side. Moments later, the sound of bodies hitting the ground follows. Through one of the windows, burning rags are hurled inside, one of them igniting a nearby curtain.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">The children bravely rush towards the spreading fire, extinguishing it using buckets of water. More burning rags find their way through the window cracks, and the room&#39;s floor becomes covered in flames. In the chaos of the moment, the children pour out all the buckets of water without holding back any reserves. In a distant room within the structure, the fire has already taken hold. The second man continues to fire shots through the cracks of another window. From one of the doorways, a group of menacing androids forcefully enters the room. With brutal swings of their axes, they shatter the second man&#39;s skull and turn their attention to the women. Realizing their fate is sealed, the first man screams at the two women and the children, using hand signals to guide them toward the kitchen. He follows them, providing cover fire, intermittently taking down the advancing androids. In that place, he isolates himself, but nor for an extended period. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; EXT. DAY. ENTERANCE OF THE ENTIRE FARMHOUSE The farmhouse, now viewed from outside, stands securely locked. Sandbags line the windows, and through one of them, a man peers with his rifle resting on the windowsill. Meanwhile, children perch on the roof, each facing a different direction, keeping watch from a distance. &nbsp; EXT. NIGHT. 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