The Violent Vacation

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 is the pilot episode of Last Resort, and the first one to be written in its entirety. The episode introduces the 21 characters of the series, as they wake up on an isolated resort island in the middle of the ocean, with no memory of how they got there.
==Sypnosis==
Twenty amnesiac strangers wake up on an isolated island resort in the middle of the sea, with no memory of how they got there. However, the fear heightens when all of the strangers congregate and try to work out their situation.
==Story==
We open to a shot of a massive island resort set on the middle of the sea. The camera pans over to several different areas: an empty beach side with chairs and umbrellas, a central view of a large lobby building surrounded by marble walkways, a lush forest with colorful flowers, and, finally, a towering hotel. A faded neon logo, marked, “Sunnyshell Hotel” flickers on the building.
As the camera pans over to an angled overhead view of the island, a faded voiceover is heard, along with faint static. It sounds like it came from an old interview aired on television.
:Voiceover (with confidence): Sunnyshell Resort has been built for one sole purpose: for comfort. It is a paradise for one, and a paradise for all. It’s natural beauty rivals that of the Amazon Jungle, it’s lush forests and clear waters. We want Sunnyshell to be a place where everyone is welcome, and everyone is satisfied, and everyone is happy.
The voiceover fades as the static grows louder. Finally the camera pans over to the middle of one of the marble streets seen earlier. It switches to a shot of a limp arm, before the arm’s owner is seen. Lying on the ground, unconscious but still alive, is a young man, glasses askew, likely in his mid-20s. His short hazel-colored hair is brushing against the floor. He’s wearing a yellow tee-shirt and blue jeans, and a watch with a cracked face is on his right arm.
The man jerks awake, sitting up in a cold sweat. He gasps for breath, fumbling for his glasses. He shakily puts them on, as his blurred vision focuses and becomes clearer.
:Bespectacled Man: Wh-What the hell...
Bewildered, he looks around, his breathing becoming increasingly vigorous. He feels almost dizzy.
He looks around and takes in what is around him. There are several square pillars surrounding him, filled with water. There are lampposts, but they aren’t lit, likely because it was still bright out. A defunct fountain sits down the road. The resort isn’t without color or heat, but it feels eerie. It’s completely empty of life. Abandoned. The realization strikes him: he doesn’t remember how he got here. And he’s alone. He starts mumbling to himself; there isn’t anyone else to hear it, anyways.
:Bespectacled Man: ...what is this place?
He shakily gets up, only to feel a muscle crack: it’s as if he hasn’t used them in a few days. The man almost wants to collapse again, but decides against it. It’d be be better to figure out what on Earth is happening first.
Suddenly, however, he hears something. It’s soft, muffled, but still audible, and certainly human: someone’s crying? With a closer listening, it’s recognizable as the quiet sobs of a girl. Intrigued, the man starts walking slowly towards the direction of where it’s coming from: towards one of the pillars.
:Bespectacled Man: Hello? I-Is anyone there?
The sobs stop just as fast they started: whoever was crying, they heard what he said. The man stops walking for a second, slightly more wary.
:Bespectacled Man: Whoever’s there, I-I’m not going to hurt you. You can come out.
No response. The man tries to think of something else to say to the unseen voice.
:Bespectacled Man: Uh, it’s only me.
At first, no response. Just as the man starts to wonder if he’s talking to a block of marble, however, out from behind peeks a young girl. She isn’t any older than 9 or 10: she’s short, has long blond hair, and is wearing a similar casual outfit of a pink shirt and grey leggings. She looks like she’s trying not to cry in front of a scary older man.
:Young Girl: P-Please don’t hurt me...
The man, still reveling in the fact that he isn’t the only living thing in the vicinity, goes immediately from relieved to unsure. He goes down to her height level in a half-crouching position.
:Bespectacled Man: No, no, I’m not going to. (He pauses for a moment, before deciding to question her briefly.) Do you know how you got here?
The little girl doesn’t respond verbally, but vigorously shakes her head, still scared. The man starts to realize what’s going on.
:Bespectacled Man: You too, huh...
The girl nods. Still wary, he continues with his calm interrogation.
:Bespectacled Man: Uh, do you remember your name?
She hesitates, but gives a straight answer.
:Young Girl: Melodie.
:Bespectacled Man: It’s g-good you remember that, then. (He pauses.) I’m Casey.
There’s a brief awkward silence. Melodie stares at Casey, as he prays that he doesn’t seem like a creepy stalker to this girl he just wants to help. And it isn’t exactly easy to read the face of a 9-year old girl. Casey decides the best thing to do is to continue asking questions: the more he knows about this place, the better.
:Casey: Did you wake up out here?
Melodie shakes her head, finally stepping out of hiding behind the pillar.
:Melodie: I-I woke up in a giant building, but there were two scary men fighting...so I ran out, and...
She trails off, looking off in the distance. Casey turns around, and sees what’s she’s talking about: a large lobby in the distance, devoid of cars or people around it.
:Casey: There were two other men in there?
:Melodie: Yeah, and a lady, but she was asleep...
Casey’s eyes widen: remember he’s talking to an innocent little girl, he prays she didn’t see anything traumatizing.
:Casey: I’m going to go there. If there are other people there, hopefully we can figure out why we’re here.
:Melodie: Can I come with you?
A pause. That’s a surprisingly brave little girl, especially since she was crying less than a few minutes ago. Casey isn’t sure what’s best: leave her alone, or risk getting her hurt between a scuffle between two men.
:Casey: You can come with me, but stay behind me. And be really, really careful, okay?
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The lobby comes clearer into view as Casey and Melodie approach the front door. The marble sidewalks almost glimmer against the sun, but it’s the most welcoming thing about the place: the sign on the roof is faded, it’s name unreadable. The abandoned streets are strangely clean, as if someone has been cleaning them despite it being empty. It’s almost welcoming, but in the most unsettling way possible.
Casey approaches the door, Melodie half-hiding behind him. He hesitates, before putting a hand on the front door, as it loosely adjusts, opening slightly. He looks down at the girl behind her: her earlier fear seemed to have been slightly sated with the presence of an adult, but she still carried the air of wariness with her.
:Casey: Melodie, stay behind me, okay? If I get hurt, get out of here. Promise me that.
Melodie frantically nods. Casey realizes he’s somehow already become an overprotective parent to this little girl, but decides there are more pressing matters in the moment. He opens the door by an inch, before swinging it wide.
The lobby is completely empty, devoid of any heat or life. The lights are off, and the screens of the computers are pitch black, inactivated. The carpets seem to have been messed with, as if someone tripped on it while running. Still, it doesn't seem like anyone is in there.
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