ANTARCTIC ZHONGSHAN STATION
The station is identified by name, on screen, with a shot
from outside, full of ice, snow and wind.
This station is managed by the Polar Research Institute of
China (PRIC). It is located at 69 degrees 22′ 3.36″ S 76 degrees 22′ 17.14″ E, on
Larsemann Hills in Prydz Bay in East Antarctica, a few
kilometers from the Russian Progress II Station and the
Romanian Law-Racoviţă Station. Scientists speak Chinese,
Six scientist sit at a table in a recreational room, playing
a trick taking card game called “Tichu.”
CHINESE SCIENTIST #1
CHINESE SCIENTIST #2
CHINESE SCIENTIST #3
CHINESE SCIENTIST #4
CHINESE SCIENTIST #5
CHINESE SCIENTIST #6
(Playing four 2’s)
The three players not on #6’s team groan. The 2 that are on
#6’s team smile. Another hand begins.
The first scientist looks around, wondering if anyone will
play a bomb. No one does. The trick goes to the other team.
A small earthquake strikes. Many of the scientists grip the
table. The tremor subsides.
What was that?
Earthquake. What else?
He’s from Mongolia. He thought it
was the giant frog twitching, the
one that carries the Earth on its
The scientists wait to see what happens next. Nothing does.
They begin to go back to their game.
The scene cuts away to later. They still play.
Another earthquake strikes. Stronger. Books fall from
shelves. A window cracks, letting in howling wind and snow.
#4 stumbles to it, trying to cover the gap with a blanket.
That’s some frog!
Radio the mainland! Tell them we
have a problem!
When the quake finishes.
It finishes. The room is in disarray, with cards everywhere.
Several of the scientists move to patch the window.
The scene cuts away to later.
They’re all in the radio room. #6 works the radio, trying to
raise the mainland. The other five look around, anxious. #6
hears a voice on the radio, audible only to him. He turns
white as a ghost.
What did they say?
They… will put the red plaques
outside our… houses. Our deaths
will be remembered.
All six scientists turn white. Some drift away, picking up
odd things or falling into thought. This takes perhaps
twenty seconds. And then a low rumble begins, becoming a
tremor which rises in strength. Some cling to things. Some
fall. Things begin to collapse. Everything falls apart.
The view switches to outside. The station implodes. And then
the landscape cracks asunder, destroying everything nearby.
Fumes and fire hiss up from the cracks, melting ice.
A monster, more terrestrial and less aquaitc perhaps than
the one from the North Pole, breaches the surface and
screams with a deafening roar.