Overheard at my house:
INT. STUDY – NIGHT
WRITER sits at her computer, face lit only by the blueish glow of the monitor. Her fingers tap a rhythm on the keyboard.
A CRASH interrupts the stillness.
DRAMA PRINCESS (O.S.)
What do I do? What do I do!?!
Writer tilts her head, looking up at the ceiling, toward the disturbing cries that filter down through the house.
THE ONLY MALE IN THE HOUSE (O.S.)
Sorry, kiddo. Sometimes you just have to die.
CLOSE on Writer. That really can’t be good. [/Scrippet]
Thankfully, my husband hadn’t pulled a Jack Torrance. He was just imparting wisdom to the Ten Year Old. One of those heartwarming life lessons that come naturally when playing Resident Evil Number Who Knows What.
Hopefully he’ll have her trained up better by the time the real zombie apocalypse is upon us.
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