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INT. WHITE HOUSE - BUNKER - DIM

Fifteen flashlights cover a dark room, beaming circled lights onto metal walls. This is The White House's bunker. A metal, teal, windowless tube holding two American flag posts, and a desk.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
Hello?? Damn it!

He goes to a back closet within the room and CLICKS on a CB radio from a shelf. In the bunker are staff, secret service members, military soldiers, The U.S. Army Major, family: parents, grandparents, children, they all huddle around together. BOOM! A long metal door SEALS behind the group.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS (CONT'D)
(into radio)
Congress come in.
(to staff)
Get the generators up!

He BARKS at staff members who run to computer panels.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
(into radio)
Congress?

The President TUNES the radio channel over. Instantly, painful YELLS and DAMAGING COUGHING is heard from the radio. Everyone in the room listens. Scared.

CONGRESSMAN
(gagging)
GAS!!!!

The lights POP on.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
Gas?

BUZZING. All noise on the radio line ceases.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
No!
(changes radio channel)
Tell me what the hell is going on out there?!

RADIO SILENCE.

A staff member goes to surveillance screens and connects to live video. Everyone gathers around and view the outside of the White House. There are bodies galore on the grass. Dead.

The staff members all work the surveillance station, switching on multiple camera footage inside the White House. BUTTONS PRESSING. Inside the estate, a WAVE of gas rapidly spreads across numerous halls and rooms of The White House, making contact with workers who grab at their throats, SQUIRMING around, GAGGING, before FLOPPING to the floor, HARD. Dead.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
Pressurize the sub level now!

The staff members TYPES in codes, each of them unlocking an air pressurization option. A 3D live animation shows the vents of numerous sub levels, beneath the estate, SUCKING all oxygen from the air. The oxygen is colored blue and the vents red.

COMPUTER
Air pressure at 66%.

U.S. ARMY MAJOR
Everyone, put on a suit!

He UNZIPS a long, wide bag and TOSSES out yellow hazmat suits to each person in the room, who place on the gear. RUSTLING. ZIPPING.

U.S. ARMY MAJOR (CONT'D)
Hopefully these will fight it off.

The U.S. ARMY MAJOR looks to the children in the room, who slip into suits. A dire look of grief spreads his face.

U.S. ARMY MAJOR (CONT'D)
Let's make sure of it.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
And how will we-

The U.S. Army Major grabs a staff member, who has on a suit, and leads them to the door. A short guy.

EVERYONE
NOOO!!!

The Major ignores the disagreeing crowd.

SHOOOSH the metal door OPENS, and he THROWS the man out into a hallway, on the floor. The children SCREAM when the door SLAMS and SEALS. The Army Major goes to wait by a back wall, where there's a slit.

One staff member WORKING the station, glances over at the surveillance screens and watches the gas passing through the vents outside the room.

The human bait kneels at the door. CRYING.

COMPUTER
Air pressure at 33%

STAFF MEMBER
This isn't right, Mr. President!!

The President stares in anticipation as the gas nears the man outside. The victim SHOUTS and HITS on the door. The Army Major's hand hovers over the slit in the wall. Ready to press in.

The GAS HISSES down the hallway.

The Major holds his breath as it comes into close contact. The man outside the door starts, grabbing his throat and SQUIRMING, GAGGING, before FLOPPING on the floor, unconscious. Fear spread over all of their faces. The computers BEEP.

COMPUTER
Air pressure at 0%

Eyes watch the door. No one moves. SIZZLING. The president STEPS closer to the computer screens, and sees that the gas is eating away at the metal door. BURNING holes into it like ACID. He looks at the Army Major, who PRESSES OPEN a secret door in the wall that reveals a tunnel.

INT. WALL COMPARTMENT/TUNNEL - HELICOPTER - MOVING

Massive propellers SWISH. Inside the wall compartment is a monster sized helicopter. There is an opening far down the jumbo, endless tunnel, that shines in light. Everyone rushes in and board the craft. The secret door SEALS behind the group.

The President sits, holding the left hand of his wife, wedding rings are on both of their fingers. His wife stares forward, anxiously, at high and long metal tunnels. She pulls a small boy closer to her, cradling his head tightly, and peering over at the secret door.

U.S. ARMY MAJOR
Don't worry, I doubt it'll get pass,
this craft is made of asteroid material.

The helicopter LIFTS, blades CHOPPING, BUILDING MOMENTUM. The craft DRIVES itself forward, down the deep passage.

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