The Last Shift Lead

INT. FACTORY WAREHOUSE - DAY

The factory floor is winding down, with the once constant hum of machinery now a low, fading drone. Workers are methodically finishing up their tasks, stacking crates and shutting down equipment.

CHRIS (mid-30s, relaxed but with a hint of fatigue) leans against a stack of boxes, chatting with SANDEEP (late 40s, meticulous), ALEX (early 30s, sharp-tongued), and AMEDEO (late 20s, thoughtful). They've shared a few shifts, and the camaraderie is clear.

CHRIS (looking around, casually) Well, I moved my last shift to today. Guess this is where I check out.

He gives a casual grin, trying to keep it light but acknowledging the reality.

SANDEEP (nods, smiling) It’s been good having you around. Take care.

ALEX (raising an eyebrow, smirking) Yeah, don’t be a stranger. Or at least don’t forget us.

AMEDEO (earnest) It was good working with you. Good luck with whatever’s next.

Chris gives them a nod, shaking hands with Sandeep and Amedeo, and exchanging a quick, familiar fist bump with Alex.

CHRIS (grinning) I’ll keep in touch. Maybe our paths will cross again.

He heads toward the exit, pausing to take one last look at the factory. The mood is subdued, reflecting the end of an era. Chris steps out the door, the quiet closing behind him.

The remaining workers continue their final tasks, the factory slowly transitioning from a busy workspace to a quiet, empty shell.