Post World

The man stands in his front garden, the old farm house behind him. The sky is a deep orange casting a silhouette over the old farm buildings. The garden gradually blends into the crop fields and the man walks forward into the waste high crops, a worried expression on his face.

Man: "Late....."

The flat landscape gives an unbroken view for miles in all directions the horizon is dark and motionless in the final minutes before the sunsets.

A green light flashes on the horizon followed by two more flashes of green. Suddenly the horizon is dotted in all directions with flashing green lights. Once, twice and a final third time from each.

The man smiles and turns to walk back towards the old farm house.

From a wider view more buildings and homes are visible of the same construction as the farm house vehicles, mostly pickups and trucks, are dotted in the yard. A man on the roof of the farm house pulls a cover over a spotlight as another stands guard with a rifle, as the rest of the community make there way home again for the night.