Title: Our Baby Is Strange
Author: Pistol Taeja
Format: Manga
Status: One Shot

# PAGE 1 EXT. WESTERN FLORIDA - NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT

Panel 1 
Fireworks pop and crackle across the sky above a quiet neighbourhood.

    NARRATION
    It's July 4th, Florida, United States, on a hot summer day...

    NARRATION
    Hot dogs fly.

Panel 2
A man throws his fist into the air, beer in the other hand, grinning wide as fireworks light up behind him.

    DEQUAN
    Yahoo!

Panel 3
The neighborhood celebrates wildly. Grills smoke, kids run with sparklers, families wave flags from porches.

    NARRATION
    The nation celebrates wildly. Meanwhile...

    CHAPTER Chapter 1: A Divine Exit

Panel 4
A modest house at the end of a quiet street. Nothing special about the place or the man who lives there.

    NARRATION
    An unimportant man, from an unimportant place.

    TITLE UNIMPORTANT PLACE

# PAGE 2 INT. DEQUAN'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Panel 1 [H]
Dequan is sprawled across his bed, passed out from the celebration. The sheets are tangled around him.

    TITLE Dequan | (28)

Panel 2 [GROUP]
This is panel three

Panel 3 
Close up on Dequan's face, dead asleep. A half-smile still on his lips from the night's festivities.

Panel 4 [GROUP]
His neck shifts suddenly, awkwardly against the pillow.

    SFX TONK

Panel 5
A wide grin spreads across his face, frozen in a strange angle.

    SFX SNAP!

Panel 6 
Silence. The room is still. Dequan's body lays motionless on the bed, his neck at an unnatural angle.

# PAGE 3

Panel 1 [BLEED]
Total darkness erupts into a hellscape of bones and spirits. Skeletons dance around Dequan's soul as he floats between worlds. 

The kanji for death looms above. Everything is chaotic and final.

    SFX CRACK
    SFX SNAP

    TITLE DEATH

    DEQUAN
    What just happened...

    DEQUAN
    Is this HEAVEN?

    DEQUAN
    (thought)
    Nope. I'm definitely dead. It was a solid run I suppose. But... If I am dead, how can I still think?

# PAGE 4 INT. HOSPITAL - NEWBORN NURSERY WARD

Panel 1
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead. A sign on the wall reads WARD: NEW BORN NURSERY.

Panel 2
A nurse carries a wrapped newborn down a hallway past rows of bassinets.

Panel 3 [GROUP]
The baby's eyes open. Wide. Alert. Far too alert for a newborn.

    DEQUAN
    Am I really dead?

Panel 4

    DEQUAN
    Where... am I?

Panel 5
The baby looks down at its own tiny hands, confusion overtaking the small face.

Panel 6

    DEQUAN
    I'm Korean.

Panel 7

    NURSE
    No, you're not!

    TITLE Dokwan | (0)