(to himself) You hear that, you bastards? I’m not a soldier anymore. I’m not a survivor. (beat) I’m the goddamn test subject.
Jax grabs a broken metal pipe from the rubble. His jaw tightens.
Jax slams a fist against the pod. A deep BOOM echoes from somewhere above. Dust rains down. Lone Survival -OPEN TEST- Script
He limps toward the alien treeline. Behind him, the cryo-pod explodes in a shower of sparks – no way back.
He steps onto a cracked observation deck. The sky is wrong – a swirling violet and orange, with two moons, one shattered, hanging low. (to himself) You hear that, you bastards
That information is classified. OPEN TEST begins now.
He touches his temple. A blue holographic interface flickers to life – . (beat) I’m the goddamn test subject
A wet, chittering screech. Then silence.