A small party of soldiers, jolly in masks, talking to a deaf  caméra  in loud tones difficult to understand. The  immeuble  behind them is linked by underground tunnels to the bunker where the poison gas, soon to be released, is stored in  sombre  cans, asleep.     La Société de l'Image Surnaturelle prétendait que les morts vivent près de nous, dans un monde inconnu.