Eric leads the way as the group quickly and quietly moves
alongside the shallow, fog-covered creek.
Predictably, Jackie brings up the rear, totally out of breath
and now moving with a slight limp. He stops, crouches down on
a knee, shakes his head.
JACKIE
I’m sorry. But I have to catch my
breath. I’m fuckin’ dying here.
ERIC
Seriously!? We can’t keep stopping!
JACKIE
Then you’re gonna just have to go
on without me. I’ve got a bum
ankle, dude. Broke it a couple
years back. It hurts like a son of
a bitch right now!
Haley kneels beside him, rubs his back.
HALEY
It’s alright. Just, catch your
breath, okay?
Jackie nods as he sucks in air.
Eric and Gwen make their way back to Jack and Haley, kneel
down beside them.
JACKIE
(to Eric)
How much farther?
40.40.
ERIC
If we keep stopping every couple
minutes, it’s gonna take us an
hour! We have to keep moving.
Haley pulls out her camera, starts to look through the photos
she's taken.
JACKIE
We should have just stuck to the
fuckin’ trail.
Frustrated, Eric shakes his head.
ERIC
The trail snakes back and forth.
You just have to trust me. I’ve
been coming out here since I was a
kid. This is the fastest way.
HALEY (O.S.)
(scared)
You guys... Look at this...
She holds out her camera so that everyone can see the photo
she took.
CLOSE ON the photo. In it, a bloodied Amy weakly stands on
the path. Barely visible in the thick bushes behind her, a
blood-spattered Otis stands tall. Scary as fuck.
Jackie stands up, nervously paces back and forth. He pulls at
his hair.
JACKIE
Who the fuck is that!? What the
fuck is that!?
Eric motions for him to keep quiet.
ERIC
You have to stay calm, man.
Jackie scoffs, dramatically points to the photo.
JACKIE
Stay calm!? Are you fucking
serious!? Do you see that shit!?
Fucker looks like he just crawled
out of a nightmare!
Eric nods as he and the girls stand up.
41.41.
ERIC
I see him. I don’t know what his
deal is and, frankly, I don’t wanna
wait around to find out. So catch
your breath, get your shit
together, and let’s get out of
here. Fuck these woods.
Gwen looks at Haley, who trembles with fear.
GWEN
You look as scared as I feel.
Haley shakes it off.
HALEY
After we get out of here, I’m never
going back in the woods again.
Gwen forces a smile, nods.
GWEN
Yeah, ditto.
Jackie pulls out another joint, sparks it up.
Eric shoots him a dumb look. "Seriously?"
Jackie responds with a shrug.
JACKIE
Hey, dude. My nerves are fuckin’
shot right now! I need this shit.
Eric rolls his eyes. He turns, looks up past the tree
canopies, at the red night sky beyond.
ERIC
We need to keep moving. We’re
sitting ducks here.
Jackie takes a long drag, then flicks the rest of the joint
into the creek. He exhales a thick cloud.
JACKIE
Fine. Let’s kick rocks.
CLOSE ON the joint as the creek water carries it away.
FADE TO:
42.42.
The blood moon casts its crimson glow down through the foggy
tree canopies. In the distance, an owl HOOTS.
RICK (O.S.)
My guess... Their stupid Potem plan
failed, they realized how retarded
they were for even thinking it
might work, and then they all
turned on each other.
FOOTSTEPS grow louder until --
Rick and Travis walk around a bend in the path.
TRAVIS
I’m not so sure it’s that simple.
They slow to a stop.
Travis scans the area with his flashlight. He squints, spots
something in the fog.
Blood on the path just a few meters ahead. A lot of it.
Travis holds his flashlight on it, points it out to Rick.
TRAVIS
Go on. I’ll cover you.
Rick readies his pistol, slowly approaches the blood.
He notices more blood splattered all over the bushes just
beside the path.
RICK
Jesus Christ.
He steps right up to the puddle of blood, remains focused on
the bloody bushes before him.
Travis watches from farther back, keeps his light on Rick.
TRAVIS
What is it?
With his pistol aimed at the bush, Rick reaches out with his
free hand, pulls the bushes aside so that he can see what's
behind them.
His eyes go wide. All the color drains from his face.
43.43.
He pulls his arm away from the bushes, turns and pukes all
over his boots.
As he uses his arm to wipe the bile from his chin, Rick looks
back at Travis.
TRAVIS
Is it him? Is it Lon?
Rick shakes his head, catches his breath.
RICK
It’s a young woman.
The expression on Rick’s face changes from horrific disgust
to seething anger.
RICK (CONT'D)
We’ve got to stop them, Travis.
Before anymore innocent people get
killed. I have to stop them!
Eric continues to lead the group through the thick fog.
Jackie still brings up the rear. He stops for a quick breath,
leans against a tree.
Haley notices that Jackie has stopped again. She motions for
him to hurry up.
HALEY
(hushed voice)
Jackie, we have to keep moving.
Eric said it’s not much farther.
Jackie scoffs.
JACKIE
Yeah. He keeps saying that. “Not
much farther.” Bullshit. He’s
fuckin’ lost. We should have stayed
on the damn trail!
Haley looks to Jackie with pleading eyes.
HALEY
Please... Just... Please trust
Eric. For me.
Jackie takes a deep breath, nods.
44.44.
JACKIE
(sincere)
Alright. Yeah. Sorry. This just
really fuckin’ sucks, you know.
He pushes himself off the tree, steps over to Haley, squeezes
her hand.
HALEY
I know.
They kiss.
ERIC (O.S.)
Guys! Over here!
Jackie and Haley exchange quick worried glances, then they
hurry after Eric and Gwen.
It's Amy and Kurt’s campsite from earlier, though now the
place is totally trashed.
The larger tent has collapsed in on itself. Blood and gore
covers practically everything. Intestines strewn about like
morbid decorations.
Red fog fills the space.
Eric and Gwen stand at the tree line, stare on in horror at
the grisly, surreal image.
Jackie and Haley come out of the woods, step beside Eric and
Gwen. Both react with expressions of shock and disgust.
JACKIE
Ah, what the actual fuck, Eric!?
See, I knew we should have stuck to
the Goddamn trail! Fuck!
Haley squeezes Jackie's arm, struggles to keep her composure.
Eric continues to stare at the gory campsite, in total
disbelief of what he sees.
ERIC
I don’t understand... We must have
gotten turned around in the woods
somehow...
Jackie glares at Eric.
45.45.
JACKIE
C’mon, dude! Do you know your way
around here or not!?
Frustrated, Eric shoots daggers back at Jackie. He takes a
deep breath.
ERIC
(calmly)
Look. We have to stay calm. When
people freak out in emergency
situations, they make stupid
decisions. Stupid decisions get
people killed.
Jackie just shakes his head.
JACKIE
(dismissive)
Yeah, that’s real fuckin’ poetic,
dude. Super helpful right now.
Eric turns back to Gwen, who looks as if she's seen a ghost.
ERIC
I want to check and see if there’s
anything we can use. Maybe a gun?
Gwen nods, follows close behind as Eric approaches the still
standing tent.
He bends down, grabs the zipper, pulls open the door flap,
peers inside.
INSERT SHOT of the gore-caked interior of the tent.
Intestines literally hang from the roof.
Eric recoils in horror, covers his mouth as he gags.
ERIC
Oh, fuck!
Jackie steps away from Haley, moves over to the blood-
splattered cooler.
Haley takes a deep breath, tries to shake off her nerves.
JACKIE
I need a fucking drink.
Eric and Gwen both shoot Jackie a dirty look.
GWEN
Seriously!?
46.46.
ERIC
What’s the matter with you, man!?
JACKIE
Yeah, seriously! I think a beer is
perfectly reasonable in this
situation!
Jackie opens the lid, reaches in and digs around, frowns.
JACKIE
What the Hell...
He pulls his hand out of the cooler, reveals a severed penis
and scrotum gripped tight between his fingers!
JACKIE
(revolted)
Fuck me!
Gwen spins around, desperate to look away. Something in the
campfire immediatly catches her eyes.
CLOSE ON the campfire. In the center of the still smoking
coals is Kurt's charred, decapitated head!
This breaks something in Gwen, who releases a horrified
SCREAM, then blindly tears off into the woods.
ERIC
Gwen, stop! Come back! Wait!
Eric rushes off after her.
In full freak out mode, Jackie drops the severed penis as he
jumps up and down. He attempts to wipe his bloody hands off
on his jeans.
Jackie jumps in place like a scarred housewife, lands
awkwardly on his left ankle. SNAP!
He crumples to the ground in immense pain.
JACKIE
(pure agony)
Oh, fuckin’ shit! Are you fuckin’
serious!? Jesus fuckin’ Christ!
Grimacing, he clutches at his ankle.
Haley hesitates for a beat, then rushes to Jackie’s side,
crouches beside him.
47.47.
JACKIE
I’m fucked. Fuck!
HALEY
Shut up and help me!
OTIS' P.O.V.
We charge through the red fog at an inhuman speed.
Gwen SCREAMS from deeper in the woods.
Our pace quickens, so fast now that we practically glide
through the thicket.
END P.O.V.
Haley puts her arm under Jackie's shoulder for support,
prepares to lift.
HALEY
On three! You ready?
Jackie dramatically shakes his head back and forth.
JACKIE
Fuck no!
HALEY
Three!
She lifts with all her might, helps him get to his feet.
Jackie puts some pressure on his left foot, winces in pain.
HALEY
Can you run?
JACKIE
Are you fuckin’ kidding me!? I
don’t know if I can even walk!
Haley gives a half smile, then spots something beside the
collapsed tent.
A machete stabbed into the ground.
48.48.
HALEY
(to Jackie)
Wait here a sec.
Confused, Jackie leans on his right foot and watches as Haley
walks over to the machete, pulls it out of the dirt.
HALEY
Just in case.
Jackie shrugs.
JACKIE
Fuck, it’s better than nothing!
— ⑥
EXT. WOODS - CREEK - NIGHT
Eric leads the way as the group quickly and quietly moves
alongside the shallow, fog-covered creek.
Predictably, Jackie brings up the rear, totally out of breath
and now moving with a slight limp. He stops, crouches down on
a knee, shakes his head.
JACKIE
I’m sorry. But I have to catch my
breath. I’m fuckin’ dying here.
ERIC
Seriously!? We can’t keep stopping!
JACKIE
Then you’re gonna just have to go
on without me. I’ve got a bum
ankle, dude. Broke it a couple
years back. It hurts like a son of
a bitch right now!
Haley kneels beside him, rubs his back.
HALEY
It’s alright. Just, catch your
breath, okay?
Jackie nods as he sucks in air.
Eric and Gwen make their way back to Jack and Haley, kneel
down beside them.
JACKIE
(to Eric)
How much farther?
40.40.
ERIC
If we keep stopping every couple
minutes, it’s gonna take us an
hour! We have to keep moving.
Haley pulls out her camera, starts to look through the photos
she's taken.
JACKIE
We should have just stuck to the
fuckin’ trail.
Frustrated, Eric shakes his head.
ERIC
The trail snakes back and forth.
You just have to trust me. I’ve
been coming out here since I was a
kid. This is the fastest way.
HALEY (O.S.)
(scared)
You guys... Look at this...
She holds out her camera so that everyone can see the photo
she took.
CLOSE ON the photo. In it, a bloodied Amy weakly stands on
the path. Barely visible in the thick bushes behind her, a
blood-spattered Otis stands tall. Scary as fuck.
Jackie stands up, nervously paces back and forth. He pulls at
his hair.
JACKIE
Who the fuck is that!? What the
fuck is that!?
Eric motions for him to keep quiet.
ERIC
You have to stay calm, man.
Jackie scoffs, dramatically points to the photo.
JACKIE
Stay calm!? Are you fucking
serious!? Do you see that shit!?
Fucker looks like he just crawled
out of a nightmare!
Eric nods as he and the girls stand up.
41.41.
ERIC
I see him. I don’t know what his
deal is and, frankly, I don’t wanna
wait around to find out. So catch
your breath, get your shit
together, and let’s get out of
here. Fuck these woods.
Gwen looks at Haley, who trembles with fear.
GWEN
You look as scared as I feel.
Haley shakes it off.
HALEY
After we get out of here, I’m never
going back in the woods again.
Gwen forces a smile, nods.
GWEN
Yeah, ditto.
Jackie pulls out another joint, sparks it up.
Eric shoots him a dumb look. "Seriously?"
Jackie responds with a shrug.
JACKIE
Hey, dude. My nerves are fuckin’
shot right now! I need this shit.
Eric rolls his eyes. He turns, looks up past the tree
canopies, at the red night sky beyond.
ERIC
We need to keep moving. We’re
sitting ducks here.
Jackie takes a long drag, then flicks the rest of the joint
into the creek. He exhales a thick cloud.
JACKIE
Fine. Let’s kick rocks.
CLOSE ON the joint as the creek water carries it away.
FADE TO:
42.42.
EXT. WOODS - HIKING TRAIL - NIGHT
The blood moon casts its crimson glow down through the foggy
tree canopies. In the distance, an owl HOOTS.
RICK (O.S.)
My guess... Their stupid Potem plan
failed, they realized how retarded
they were for even thinking it
might work, and then they all
turned on each other.
FOOTSTEPS grow louder until --
Rick and Travis walk around a bend in the path.
TRAVIS
I’m not so sure it’s that simple.
They slow to a stop.
Travis scans the area with his flashlight. He squints, spots
something in the fog.
Blood on the path just a few meters ahead. A lot of it.
Travis holds his flashlight on it, points it out to Rick.
TRAVIS
Go on. I’ll cover you.
Rick readies his pistol, slowly approaches the blood.
He notices more blood splattered all over the bushes just
beside the path.
RICK
Jesus Christ.
He steps right up to the puddle of blood, remains focused on
the bloody bushes before him.
Travis watches from farther back, keeps his light on Rick.
TRAVIS
What is it?
With his pistol aimed at the bush, Rick reaches out with his
free hand, pulls the bushes aside so that he can see what's
behind them.
His eyes go wide. All the color drains from his face.
43.43.
He pulls his arm away from the bushes, turns and pukes all
over his boots.
As he uses his arm to wipe the bile from his chin, Rick looks
back at Travis.
TRAVIS
Is it him? Is it Lon?
Rick shakes his head, catches his breath.
RICK
It’s a young woman.
The expression on Rick’s face changes from horrific disgust
to seething anger.
RICK (CONT'D)
We’ve got to stop them, Travis.
Before anymore innocent people get
killed. I have to stop them!
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Eric continues to lead the group through the thick fog.
Jackie still brings up the rear. He stops for a quick breath,
leans against a tree.
Haley notices that Jackie has stopped again. She motions for
him to hurry up.
HALEY
(hushed voice)
Jackie, we have to keep moving.
Eric said it’s not much farther.
Jackie scoffs.
JACKIE
Yeah. He keeps saying that. “Not
much farther.” Bullshit. He’s
fuckin’ lost. We should have stayed
on the damn trail!
Haley looks to Jackie with pleading eyes.
HALEY
Please... Just... Please trust
Eric. For me.
Jackie takes a deep breath, nods.
44.44.
JACKIE
(sincere)
Alright. Yeah. Sorry. This just
really fuckin’ sucks, you know.
He pushes himself off the tree, steps over to Haley, squeezes
her hand.
HALEY
I know.
They kiss.
ERIC (O.S.)
Guys! Over here!
Jackie and Haley exchange quick worried glances, then they
hurry after Eric and Gwen.
EXT. CAMPSITE
It's Amy and Kurt’s campsite from earlier, though now the
place is totally trashed.
The larger tent has collapsed in on itself. Blood and gore
covers practically everything. Intestines strewn about like
morbid decorations.
Red fog fills the space.
Eric and Gwen stand at the tree line, stare on in horror at
the grisly, surreal image.
Jackie and Haley come out of the woods, step beside Eric and
Gwen. Both react with expressions of shock and disgust.
JACKIE
Ah, what the actual fuck, Eric!?
See, I knew we should have stuck to
the Goddamn trail! Fuck!
Haley squeezes Jackie's arm, struggles to keep her composure.
Eric continues to stare at the gory campsite, in total
disbelief of what he sees.
ERIC
I don’t understand... We must have
gotten turned around in the woods
somehow...
Jackie glares at Eric.
45.45.
JACKIE
C’mon, dude! Do you know your way
around here or not!?
Frustrated, Eric shoots daggers back at Jackie. He takes a
deep breath.
ERIC
(calmly)
Look. We have to stay calm. When
people freak out in emergency
situations, they make stupid
decisions. Stupid decisions get
people killed.
Jackie just shakes his head.
JACKIE
(dismissive)
Yeah, that’s real fuckin’ poetic,
dude. Super helpful right now.
Eric turns back to Gwen, who looks as if she's seen a ghost.
ERIC
I want to check and see if there’s
anything we can use. Maybe a gun?
Gwen nods, follows close behind as Eric approaches the still
standing tent.
He bends down, grabs the zipper, pulls open the door flap,
peers inside.
INSERT SHOT of the gore-caked interior of the tent.
Intestines literally hang from the roof.
Eric recoils in horror, covers his mouth as he gags.
ERIC
Oh, fuck!
Jackie steps away from Haley, moves over to the blood-
splattered cooler.
Haley takes a deep breath, tries to shake off her nerves.
JACKIE
I need a fucking drink.
Eric and Gwen both shoot Jackie a dirty look.
GWEN
Seriously!?
46.46.
ERIC
What’s the matter with you, man!?
JACKIE
Yeah, seriously! I think a beer is
perfectly reasonable in this
situation!
Jackie opens the lid, reaches in and digs around, frowns.
JACKIE
What the Hell...
He pulls his hand out of the cooler, reveals a severed penis
and scrotum gripped tight between his fingers!
JACKIE
(revolted)
Fuck me!
Gwen spins around, desperate to look away. Something in the
campfire immediatly catches her eyes.
CLOSE ON the campfire. In the center of the still smoking
coals is Kurt's charred, decapitated head!
This breaks something in Gwen, who releases a horrified
SCREAM, then blindly tears off into the woods.
ERIC
Gwen, stop! Come back! Wait!
Eric rushes off after her.
In full freak out mode, Jackie drops the severed penis as he
jumps up and down. He attempts to wipe his bloody hands off
on his jeans.
Jackie jumps in place like a scarred housewife, lands
awkwardly on his left ankle. SNAP!
He crumples to the ground in immense pain.
JACKIE
(pure agony)
Oh, fuckin’ shit! Are you fuckin’
serious!? Jesus fuckin’ Christ!
Grimacing, he clutches at his ankle.
Haley hesitates for a beat, then rushes to Jackie’s side,
crouches beside him.
47.47.
JACKIE
I’m fucked. Fuck!
HALEY
Shut up and help me!
EXT. WOODS
OTIS' P.O.V.
We charge through the red fog at an inhuman speed.
Gwen SCREAMS from deeper in the woods.
Our pace quickens, so fast now that we practically glide
through the thicket.
END P.O.V.
EXT. CAMPSITE
Haley puts her arm under Jackie's shoulder for support,
prepares to lift.
HALEY
On three! You ready?
Jackie dramatically shakes his head back and forth.
JACKIE
Fuck no!
HALEY
Three!
She lifts with all her might, helps him get to his feet.
Jackie puts some pressure on his left foot, winces in pain.
HALEY
Can you run?
JACKIE
Are you fuckin’ kidding me!? I
don’t know if I can even walk!
Haley gives a half smile, then spots something beside the
collapsed tent.
A machete stabbed into the ground.
48.48.
HALEY
(to Jackie)
Wait here a sec.
Confused, Jackie leans on his right foot and watches as Haley
walks over to the machete, pulls it out of the dirt.
HALEY
Just in case.
Jackie shrugs.
JACKIE
Fuck, it’s better than nothing!