OTIS' P.O.V.

Red fog surrounds us as we stand tall over the decimated

corpse of Sara.

A bloody mess of mutilated flesh.

One of our blood spattered hands reaches into view.

We slide a claw into Sara's gaping mouth, push it awkwardly

down her throat. Her dead eyes stare back at us.

Our view snaps towards Kurt's voice. Without hesitation, we

rush off in that direction.

END P.O.V.

Amy stands just outside the tent, flashlight clutched tight

in her shaky hands.

She keeps watch on the dark woods before her.

Kurt pops his head out of the tent, frustrated.

Kurt groans as he disappears back into the tent.

Far off behind her, just barely visible deep in the dark

woods, red fog rolls through the trees and brush like a

bloody tidal wave.

17.17.

Amy is oblivious to the rapidly approaching fog.

While keeping watch on the woods, she calls to Kurt inside

the tent.

Kurt digs through an open backpack, frantically searches for

the keys. He grows frustrated.

The light from the campfire outside casts Amy's silhouette

across the tent wall behind Kurt.

OTIS' P.O.V.

Surrounded by red fog, we run through the thick brush at an

incredible speed, HEAVY FOOTSTEPS below us every step of the

way. We burst out of the still expanding fog.

Twisted branches blur by us as we rush out of the brush and

into the --

Up ahead, Amy stands beside the large tent, her back to us.

We rapidly pick up speed, charge towards Amy. Just as we’re

on her, she turns to us. Her eyes go wide with terror.

END P.O.V.

18.18.

In the blink of an eye, Amy's silhouette is TORN out of view!

Blood spatters across the outside of the tent.

Kurt whips his head around, stares in horror as fresh blood

drips down the outside of the tent wall.

A long beat. Silence.

Hesitantly, he moves for the unzipped tent door as red fog

wafts in through the open door flap.

Very slowly and very carefully, Kurt peeks his head out.

Suddenly, Kurt's body awkwardly JERKS AND TWISTS around

before being violently RIPPED out of the tent.

WET SLASHING and CHOKED SCREAMS from just outside the tent

fills the space as we HOLD ON the blood-drenched tent door.

FADE TO:

The old dirt road cuts through a vast, grassy field. Beyond

the field, thick fog blankets heavily wooded hills.

A beat up old sedan rounds a bend, speeds down the road.

Rick drives. He uses the rearview mirror to see as he cleans

his face with a napkin.

19.19.

Travis sits in the passenger seat. Focused and determined, he

scans the area outside as they pass.

Angry PUNK ROCK MUSIC blasts through the speakers. The Radio

DJ continues over the intro of the song.

Rick reaches in the glove box, pulls out a silver flask and

takes a quick swig. With a wince, he twists the cap back on.

Rick lets loose a wet burp.

Travis gives Rick the side eye.

Rick smirks.

Travis doesn’t seem so convinced. Then, his eyes light up. He

points at something up ahead.

A shit eating grin spreads across Rick’s face.

20.20.

Travis rolls his eyes.

The sedan slows, pulls off onto the grassy field beside the

dirt road. It stops behind a parked old camper van.

The engine shuts off, then Rick and Travis step out.

Without closing his door, Rick walks from his sedan, around

to the side of the camper van.

Travis waits by the sedan.

Rick peers in through the camper van’s windows.

Nothing of any interest.

Travis steps away from the sedan, moves farther into the

field. He glares out at the fog covered hills beyond.

CLOSE ON his intense eyes.

Travis looks back to Rick, who moves back to his sedan and

reaches inside the open driver’s door.