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INT. LYGIA'S HOUSE/BEDROOM - NIGHT
[IMPORTANT: The house is two-story]
One window is open; MOONLIGHT and a BREEZE spill thru the curtains . . .

. . . illuminating the tastefully furnished room. A king-sized bed takes up a lot of room.

LYGIA (LEE-HE-AH) ORTIZ sleeps restlessly in it. She is in her 20's and attractive, with fairly short hair. : She was a fountain of boundless energy and sensuality until tragedy struck early in her short married life.
Then comes a KNOCK at the o.s. front door. Lygia moves in her sleep.
Another KNOCK. Lygia slowly wakes. Then thru the window:

MARK (O.S.)
LYGIA! Let me in.

Lygia looks around -- what was that?

MARK (CONT'D; O.S.)
Lygia! Let me in.

A frightened Lygia looks toward --

THE WINDOW.

Lygia approaches.

MARK (CONT'D; O.S.)
Lygia!

Lygia peers out.

Her eyes widen.

HER P.O.V.
Mark, her late husband; once a robust man in his early 30's, now he's literally the walking dead; dirt coats some of his pale skin and rains from his suit.

LYGIA
(whispering)
Go away!
LYGIA (O.S.)
(whispering)
You're dead!
Mark HEARS . . .

. . . and he looks up at her; his eyes GLOW.

And he smiles; REVEALING his sharp, white canines!

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INT. LYGIA'S HOUSE/BEDROOM - NIGHT [IMPORTANT: The house is two-story] One window is open; MOONLIGHT and a BREEZE spill thru the curtains . . .
. . . illuminating the tastefully furnished room. A king-sized bed takes up a lot of room.
LYGIA (LEE-HE-AH) ORTIZ sleeps restlessly in it. She is in her 20's and attractive, with fairly short hair. : She was a fountain of boundless energy and sensuality until tragedy struck early in her short married life.
Then comes a KNOCK at the o.s. front door. Lygia moves in her sleep. Another KNOCK. Lygia slowly wakes. Then thru the window: MARK (O.S.) LYGIA! Let me in.
Lygia looks around -- what was that? MARK (CONT'D; O.S.) Lygia! Let me in.
A frightened Lygia looks toward --
THE WINDOW.
Lygia approaches. MARK (CONT'D; O.S.) Lygia!
Lygia peers out.
Her eyes widen.
HER P.O.V. Mark, her late husband; once a robust man in his early 30's, now he's literally the walking dead; dirt coats some of his pale skin and rains from his suit.
LYGIA (whispering) Go away!
LYGIA (O.S.) (whispering) You're dead! Mark HEARS . . .
. . . and he looks up at her; his eyes GLOW.
And he smiles; REVEALING his sharp, white canines!