In the event of some catastrophic event or general cinematic
post-apocalyptic scenario, I would die so fast. I’m not woodsy, nor am I any
type of survivalist. I wouldn’t know what to eat—or more importantly, what not
to eat—how start a fire, where to find shelter, or any of the things necessary
to stay alive for much longer than it takes a pack of feral dogs to tear me
apart. Maybe I’d rise to the occasion and eek out a meager existence, which is
what the protagonist of Rod Blackhurst’s (Amanda Knox)
apocalyptic indie, Here Alone, manages to do.
