Me and my friends turn up at the cinema on the release day of Shrek Five. We have been waiting for this day for so long, we are all so excited and are wearing all of our shrek merchandise, caps, shirts, glasses, everything. That’s odd; in front of the cinema there is a huge crowd, me and my friends push our way through the crowd infront of the cinema doors.

The crowd seem awfully shaken up, some are crying and screaming, a few people are shaking slowly on the ground in the foetal position, a child screams for its mother, a few appear dead or unconscious. As me and my friends reach the forefront of the crowd we notice bright yellow fluorescent tape that reads; “Police Line Do Not across.” Me and my friends are confused, the question that needn’t have been spoken lingered between me and my friends; “Are we going to get to see Shrek Five?”

I sneak past the police officers guarding the scene and start to run up to the glass cinema doors, the police officers turn around and start trying to catch me too late, as if in slow motion I reach the glass doors and look inside. It’s Shrek. Shrek lies in a pool of blood, his head is tilted to the side so his lifeless eyes, cold and glassy, stare into my own. His brown tunic is stained with bright red blood, seeping out of several gunshot wounds in his big stomach. There is one final shot to his head.

I scream in agony and try to run to my hero, the police restrain me as I try and run to him. This is the man, or ogre, that saved my life when I was in my darkest days, I was considering suicide and then I saw the film, he made me feel love and happiness again. As I’m trying to run to my saviour my friends run up behind the police officers and see the scene. They all scream in horror and sadness as well and start crying. A few of them drop to the ground, unconscious and the rest try to run to our shared love as well, being restrained just as I am.

As we are dragged off, my Shrek Sunglasses™ drop to the floor and are crushed by a police officers boot. As we are dragged off the green shades lie broken and mangled on the concrete. Shrek’s cold green face stares lifelessly at his merchandise, now so similar to himself.