When a freak accident mistakenly kills two office workers before their time, the Powers that Be stick them in the desert and grant them a special dispensation of sixty-nine words before they’re finally and completely dead.This short script was a finalist for the 2018 Shift Creative Fund but didn't get it and dangit, I wanna know why. I understand that grants are largely crapshoots - but if anyone can spot a way I can improve this thing so I've got a better shot at the next one, I surely would appreciate it.

A batshit crazy virologist seeks redemption (and dog food) in a violent post-pandemic world.This was my first script after the one that got me a bunch of meetings, repped, and into the Sundance family. I was freaking out, so sat down and banged this out ex-nihilo. No prep, and the only rule was "as much swearing as possible." Love to hear your thoughts.