INT. TEMPLE UNDERGROUND SHELTER - NIGHT 109 109

George is startled awake and finds himself in the same position he fell asleep in (he has been dreaming). He is soaking wet and the tunnel is awash with rapidly flowing muddy water. A bomb has exploded at the far end of the platform tearing a gaping hole in the ceiling of the station fracturing water, gas and sewer pipes. A VIOLENT CASCADE begins to quickly flood the shelter, creating panic and chaos. Several people sleeping under the lip of the platform are swept away by the forceful rapid. Others hold on for dear life until they too are taken away by the current - one of them the woman who gave George his ticket. People scream and shout trying to make their way up onto the platform. George holds onto one of the pillars which prop up the train tracks as the muddy water gushes past him. In a flash people are submerged as the water levels quickly rise. The scene is one of terror as all the station lights begin to flicker into darkness. A few people manage to retrieve hurricane lanterns and flashlights from the emergency boxes along the platform but this is the only source of light which is haphazard and infrequent at best. The train tracks are now completely submerged. We see George trying to make his way to the platform moving past bodies and desperate people. A dim flashlight cuts through the dark guiding George to the platform. He makes a lunge for it only to be sucked in by the rapid current. VOICES (CONT'D) 98. -- 99 of 109 -- 99. He’s speeding into the abyss until a hand grabs his collar and hauls him onto the muddy platform gasping wildly. People panic and head towards the exit in the darkness. Silt and water flow through the cross-passages and lower concourse where the now inoperable wooden escalators and only exit stand behind the locked scissor barricades. Following the swarm of people, George arrives at the dead end. The rush of rubble has laid down silt four or five feet deep. Swirling muddy water has reached the second step of the dysfunctional wooden escalators which we can see on the other side of the locked gates. Just ahead of George a small horde of people have gathered heaving at the metal gates in abject desperation trying to open them as the water line, which is now waist high, is rising at great speed. George looks on at the panic on people’s faces as they hopelessly try to open the gate. Screams of despair are heard throughout. An ELDERLY ATHLETIC MAN with a flashlight spots George and manically beckons him over.