EXT. ZUMA BEACH -- DAY

It's a hot, breezy day, and the mist from the monstrous surf feels cool on your skin.

Thousands of people lay on the beach, some under brightly-colored umbrellas, some under the sun. A few little kids run screaming around, but this is a grown-up beach, for the most part. Malibu at its finest, in bikinis and trunks.

The lifeguard station is just north of you, its open beach entrance revealing a room full of people in orange swimsuits. On one side of the lifeguard headquarters, there is a fenced lot with orange pick-up trucks and a helicopter. Further up the beach, where Zuma turns into Trancas Beach, you can see the private homes start. The main parking lot separates you from the busy Pacific Coast Highway.

A helicopter is hovering off-shore, like it's watching something.

To go into the lifeguard station...

To walk toward Trancas Beach...

To enter the main parking lot...

TO DO SOMETHING UNUSUAL, NOTIFY ADMINISTRATORS TO BEGIN INDEPENDENT SEQUENCE

To leave this Environment: return to the Master page or make a comment/suggestion...