The Forgotten Titan

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TITAN INCIDENT - 08/01/2020 1241 - 1255 GMT-7


TOP SECRET - VIDEO FOOTAGE RECOVERED ON SITE OF TITAN 2 MISSILE SILO 

CODENAME - ALPHABRIDGE 

(31.979410, -110.185330)


RECOVERED BY PVT. MCHENRY AND PVT. TAVISH


AFOREMENTIONED VIDEO CONSISTS OF AN UNBROKEN 20 MINUTE MP4. THE FOLLOWING IS A TRANSCRIBED ACCOUNT OF THE ENTIRE VIDEO.


TRANSCRIBED BY SGT. EMERSON SHORT


THE TWO PEOPLE SEEN IN THIS VIDEO ARE AS FOLLOWS-


ALEX “AXEL” NEWFIELD - AGE 28 AT TIME OF VIDEO


SARAH “CODY” SMITH - AGE 19 AT TIME OF VIDEO


THE VIDEO STARTS AT 12:41 GMT-7


00:00 - 00:24 - THE DESERT

AXEL - AND WE’RE ROLLING

(CODY IS DRIVING AND ADDRESSING THE CAMERA AXEL IS HOLDING)


CODY - OKAY. HEY GUYS. YOU ASKED FOR IT AND NOW YOU GOT IT. AXEL AND I ARE GOING INTO THE DESERT TO DO A PHOTOSHOOT. IT’S GONNA BE A LOT OF FUN AND A GOOD TIME. I’M WEARING MY NEW JEANS-


AXEL - IT’S GONNA BE HOT. (LAUGHS)


(THE CAMERA PANS TO CODY’S CHEST AND GROIN AREA.)


CODY - ALEX, SERIOUSLY, DON’T. NO, I’M SERIOUS CUT THAT SHIT OUT.


00:24 - 02:28 - DESERT

(THE VIDEO SHOWS LANDSCAPE SHOTS OF THE SURROUNDING MOUNTAIN RANGE AND DESERT)


02:28 - 03:24 - DESERT

CODY - OKAY, YOU THINK THIS SPOT IS GOOD?


AXEL - YEAH, THIS LOOKS GOOD.

(CODY PARKS AND THEY GET OUT)


CODY (INTO CAMERA)- OH MY GOD YOU GUYS IT IS SO PRETTY HERE. I DON’T KNOW IF THE CAMERA IS REALLY PICKING IT UP, BUT IT’S STUNNING. 


AXEL (TURNS CAMERA TO FACE HIMSELF)- IT’S ALREADY ABOUT 80 DEGREES, SO IT’S PROBABLY GONNA BE A SWEATY EXPERIENCE. (HE TURNS THE CAMERA TO FACE CODY AGAIN)


CODY (GIGGLING)- OH YEAH, REALLY SWEATY!


(CODY RETRIEVES A TRIPOD FROM THE VEHICLE AND SETS IT UP. AXEL PLACES THE VIDEO CAMERA ON IT)


AXEL: THIS IS SO WE CAN TIME LAPSE THIS LATER, RIGHT?


CODY - YEAH, THAT’S GOOD. WHERE SHOULD WE DO THE PHOTOS? HERE? (SHE WALKS OVER TO A NEARBY TREE, AND POSES)


AXEL: YEAH, THAT’S GOOD. 


(AXEL GOES OUT OF FRAME - PRESUMABLY TO THE VEHICLE. HE COMES BACK WITH A CANON EOS REBEL T3I TO TAKE THE PHOTOS)


03:24-5:58 - DESERT

(THEY TAKE SOME PICTURES)


5:58 - 06:43 - DESERT

(CODY MOVES OVER AND SEEMS TO NOTICE SOMETHING ON THE GROUND)


CODY - HEY, AX, COME LOOK AT THIS. WHAT IS IT?


(AXEL RETRIEVES THE VLOGGING CAMERA FROM THE TRIPOD AND JOINS CODY BY THE TREE)


(THE FOOTAGE SHOWS A METAL HATCH IN THE GROUND, SURROUNDED BY A SMALL AREA OF CONCRETE APPROX. 4 FEET BY 4 FEET)


AXEL - DO YOU THINK IT’S A BOMB SHELTER?


CODY - WE HAVE TO CHECK THIS OUT, THIS WOULD BE AMAZING FOR THE VLOG.


AXEL - FOR SURE.


(CODY BENDS DOWN AND, APPARENTLY WITH GREAT EFFORT, LIFTS OPEN THE DOOR TO THE HATCH)


CODY - I THINK IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN RUSTED SHUT.


(AXEL BRINGS THE CAMERA CLOSER TO THE OPENING)


AXEL - DO WE HAVE A FLASHLIGHT?


CODY - I’LL USE MY PHONE. (SHE RETRIEVES HER CELLULAR DEVICE FROM HER POCKET. SHE TURNS THE FLASHLIGHT FUNCTION ON.)


AXEL - YOU GO FIRST.


CODY (SCOFFS)- OH, THANKS. WE DON’T KNOW WHAT’S DOWN THERE!


AXEL - COME ON, IT’S FINE.


(CODY LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)


CODY - OKAY, I’M GOING. 

(SHE AIMS HER FLASHLIGHT DOWN. THE CAMERA CAN SEE STAIRS LEADING INTO THE DARK)


06:43 - 07:54 - THE COMPLEX LIVING QUARTERS

(AXEL FOLLOWS CODY AS THEY DESCEND INTO THE STRUCTURE. IT IS A NARROW PATH, UNTIL IT OPENS INTO A LARGER ROOM. CODY SHINES HER LIGHT AROUND.)


CODY - IS THAT A LIGHT SWITCH? 

(SHE CROSSES THE ROOM TO A SWITCH ON THE FAR WALL)


AXEL - CAREFUL BABE!


CODY - IT WOULD BE GREAT IF WE COULD HAVE SOME REAL LIGHTS.


(CODY TURNS THE SWITCH ON. OVERHEAD LIGHTS FLICKER TO LIFE. A LOW HUM IS NOW HEARD)


CODY (TO THE CAMERA)- OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS, IT STILL HAS POWER! 


AXEL - THINK SOMEONE LIVES HERE? 

(HE DOES A PAN AROUND THE ROOM. WE SEE A TABLE AND SOME CABINETS ON THE WALL TO HIS RIGHT. THE ROOM IS VERY DUSTY. SOME OF THE CABINETS ARE BROKEN.)


CODY - NAH, UNLESS IT’S SOMEONE HOMELESS.


(CODY MOVES TO THE CABINETS. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS HER.)


CODY - IS THIS A KITCHEN? 


AXEL - I THINK IT MIGHT BE. 

(THE CAMERA PANS TO SHOW A SINK AND AN OLD CUP- A GLASS ABOUT 4 INCHES IN HEIGHT.)


(CODY MOCKINGLY STANDS AT THE SINK, PRETENDING TO DO DISHES.)


CODY - HONEY, DINNER IS ALMOST READY!


AXEL (LAUGHING)- ONE SECOND DEAR!


(THEY LAUGH TOGETHER)


(A LOW NOISE IS HEARD REVERBERATING THROUGH THE ROOM)


CODY (CLEARLY FRIGHTENED)- WHAT IS THAT? 


AXEL -  WELL, I DON’T KNOW, MAYBE YOU TURNED ON A GENERATOR OR SOMETHING...LET’S FIND OUT


CODY - I DON’T KNOW-


AXEL -  COME ON, IT’S FINE.

(HIS HAND IS SEEN COMING FROM BEHIND THE CAMERA AND GIVING CODY A NUDGE. CODY SMILES UNCERTAINLY. CODY BEGINS TO VENTURE AWAY FROM THE KITCHEN ROOM, DOWN A HALLWAY.)


07:54 - 09:49 - THE SILO

(THE SOUND GROWS LOUDER. IT NOW CAN BE IDENTIFIED AS THE SOUND OF A MAN CRYING.)


CODY - UM, BABE? I THINK...I THINK SOMEONE’S IN HERE.


AXEL -  OH GOD, I HEAR THAT TOO. WHAT...IS THAT SOMEONE CRYING?


CODY - SHOULD WE LEAVE? 


AXEL -  WE SHOULD MAKE SURE THEY’RE OKAY!


(CODY LOOKS UNCERTAIN, BUT PROCEEDS. THE LIGHTS IN THE HALL ARE DIM AND FLICKERING. THEY HAVE NOT BEEN ON IN A LONG TIME.)


AXEL -  WHAT IS THIS PLACE?


CODY - I DON’T KNOW. I THOUGHT IT WAS A BOMB SHELTER OR SOMETHING.


AXEL -  OR SOMETHING ALRIGHT.


CODY - SHUT UP. GOD, IT’S HOT HERE. THE AIR ALMOST FEELS...WET.


AXEL -  YEAH. THIS IS ALL WEIRD. WHAT IS THAT DAMN SOUND?


(THE SOUND OF A MAN CRYING IS STILL BECOMING LOUDER.)


AXEL -  HEY! ANYONE THERE? (HIS SHOUT ECHOES THROUGH THE CHAMBERS.)


CODY - SSH! WE DON’T KNOW WHO’S IN HERE. DO WE WANT THEM TO KNOW WE’RE HERE?!


AXEL -  OH MY GOD, YOU NEED TO CHILL. WE TURNED THE LIGHTS ON ALREADY DIDN’T WE?


(CODY TURNS TO FACE HIM.)


CODY - YEAH, BUT...WE DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON.


AXEL -  YOU’RE SUCH A BABY.


(CODY FROWNS, BUT FORCES A LAUGH. AXEL REACHES OUT FROM BEHIND THE CAMERA AND NUDGES HER AGAIN. SHE CONTINUES DOWN THE PASSAGEWAY.)


CODY - OH MY GOD.


(THE PASSAGE HAS OPENED INTO A LARGE CHAMBER, - ALPHABRIDGE SILO - 146 FEET HEIGHT, 55 FEET DIAMETER.)


AXEL -  WHAT THE HELL...


CODY - WHAT THE F*CK IS THAT? 


(THE CAMERA PANS TO SHOW THE ROOM. IT IS A VERY LARGE MISSILE SILO. THERE ARE PLATFORMS AT THEIR LEVEL AND ABOVE. A LARGE MASS FILLS THE AREA WHERE THE MISSILE WOULD HAVE BEEN PLACED, STANDING AT ALMOST 103 FEET TALL.)


CODY-IS THAT...WHAT’S MAKING THE NOISE? (SHE APPROACHES.)


(THE CRYING IS LOUD, AND HAS BECOME MORE OF A WAILING SOUND.)


CODY - WHAT THE….


(THE MASS MOVES. IT IS THE SHAPE OF A MAN, CRAMPED IN THE UNDERGROUND SPACE. ITS SKIN IS BLACKENED AND CRACKED IN APPEARANCE, PERHAPS BURNT. IT IS THE ONE CRYING. IT IS     REDACTED    )


AXEL -  IS THAT...A PERSON?


CODY - I THINK...MAYBE…


   REDACTED   (SOBBING)- THEY’RE ALL GONE. (HIS VOICE ECHOES THROUGH THE SILO.)


CODY - IS IT...TALKING? 

(SHE IS VISIBLY SHAKING.)


AXEL - HEY, UH, MAN?

(  REDACTED    DOES NOT REPLY. HE STANDS, ALMOST BENT OVER, IN THE SILO, FACING AWAY FROM CODY AND ALEX.)


   REDACTED    - THEY’RE ALL GONE. THEY’RE ALL GONE. ALL GONE. ALL GONE. 


CODY - I DON’T THINK HE KNOWS WE’RE HERE.


AXLE (LOUDER)- HEY! UH, YOU! WHAT’S GOING ON? WHAT ARE YOU?


CODY - THAT’S SORT OF RUDE DON’T YOU THINK?


(CODY AND AXEL BOTH STUMBLE (THE CAMERA SHAKES).    REDACTED    TURNS HIMSELF TOWARDS THEM. HIS HUGE EYES WIDEN.)


   REDACTED    - NOT GONE?


CODY - OH GOD. I THINK HE SEES US NOW. 


AXEL -  HOLY SH*T. 


(CODY BACKS AWAY. THE CAMERA IS SHAKEN SLIGHTLY, PRESUMABLY DUE TO AXEL BEING SCARED.)


   REDACTED    - NOT GONE! (THE BOOMING VOICE NEARLY CUTS OUT THE CAMERA MICROPHONE.)


(CODY COVERS HER EARS.)


AXEL -  WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.


CODY - AGREED! 

(CODY TURNS TOWARDS THE CAMERA, AND PUSHES PAST AXEL TO GET BACK TO THE HALLWAY. THE CAMERA SHOWS ONE MORE SHOT OF    REDACTED    IN THE SILO. HE IS STILL CRYING, BUT HE HAS BEGUN TO THRASH AROUND, AND TEAR APART THE SURROUNDING INFRASTRUCTURE.)


09:49 - 11:32 - LIVING QUARTERS

(CODY AND AXEL RUN INTO THE HALL. THERE IS THE SOUND OF TEARING METAL AND FALLING CONCRETE.)


CODY - IS IT GETTING OUT?!


(AXEL SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)


(CODY AND AXEL REACH THE KITCHEN ROOM AS THE HALLWAY COLLAPSES BEHIND THEM. AXEL PANS THE CAMERA AROUND IN TIME TO SEE THE RUBBLE, BEFORE THE LIGHTS FLICKER AND GO OUT.)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING AND SOUNDS OF MOVING METAL AND ROCK.)


11:32 - 13:45 - DESERT

(CODY AND ALEX REACH ABOVE GROUND. THE CAMERA SHOWS THE SCENE, OVEREXPOSED DUE TO THE DIFFERENT LIGHTING.)


CODY (PANTING)- WHAT THE F*CK JUST HAPPENED? 


AXEL -  I DON’T KNOW. WE SHOULD PROBABLY LEAVE, RIGHT?


(CODY LOOKS FRIGHTENED. SHE LOOKS, AND THE CAMERA FOLLOWS, TOWARDS THEIR CAR, WHICH NOW AT THE EDGE OF THE BROKEN GROUND.)


CODY - SH*T. CAN WE?


AXEL (WHINES)- OH, NOT THE CAR!


(AXEL FOCUSES THE CAMERA, AND PANS IT TO THE MAIN AREA OF DESTRUCTION. A GIANT HAND PLUNGES THROUGH THE DIRT, REACHING FOR THE SKY.)


(CODY AND AXEL SCREAM. THE CAMERA SHAKES AS IT IS PRESUMED THEY BACK AWAY.)


(THEY TURN AND RUN AWAY) 


(THE CAMERA TURNS TO SHOW     REDACTED    EFFORTLESSLY HIKE OVER THE MOUNTAIN RANGE IN THE DISTANCE AS CODY SCREAMS AT THE APPROACHING JEEP CONTAINING PVT. MCHENRY AND PVT. TAVISH)


(THE CAMERA TURNS ONCE AGAIN TO SEE THE HEAD OF     REDACTED    DROP BELOW THE MOUNTAIN RANGE HEADING WEST. THIS IS THE LAST KNOWN FOOTAGE AND LOCATION OF     REDACTED   .)

VIDEO END

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