A few trees stand tall just beside a steep hill. The red fog

seeps out of the tree line, falls down the hillside like some

sort of hellish waterfall. Hauntingly beautiful.

Just then, Jackie is THROWN into view! He SMASHES hard into

one of the thick trees, the force of the impact shit-whipping

his body around.

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With a THUD, Jackie falls to the ground, limply rolls down

the steep hillside, into the darkness below.

Only a moment later, Rick runs into view, steps up to the

edge of the hillside. He whips his head back and forth, no

sign of Otis or Jackie. This guys timing fucking sucks.

Rick spots blood dripping down the tree that Jackie smashed

into just a few moments ago. He reaches out, drags his hand

across the tree, looks at the blood on his fingers.

SINISTER LAUGHTER from the fog grabs Rick’s attention.

With the dagger gripped tight in one hand and his pistol in

the other hand, he spins around, faces the woods before him.

With a steely determination, he scans the trees for movement.

Off to Rick's right, just out of his peripheral vision,

something moves in the fog.

Otis, crouched down low to the ground, stalks towards him!

OTIS' P.O.V.

Slowly and methodically, we crawl along the forest ground,

towards Rick, who is laser-focused on the woods before him.

We speed up as we get closer. Faster. And faster. Until we

are right up beside Rick.

Suddenly, we stand up tall. We tower over Rick, who spins

around toward us, raises the dagger high.

END P.O.V.

CLOSE ON the bloody tree Jackie was thrown against.

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A WET CRUNCH, followed immediately by fresh blood spattering

against the crimson tree.

SMASH TO BLACK.

FADE IN:

Crimson moonlight illuminates the foggy area below.

Jackie lies sprawled out on his back, motionless.

His eyes suddenly pop open. He sits up, gasps for air.

With a grimace, he clutches the bloody slash wound on his

chest, forces himself up on wobbly legs.

His wallet falls out of his pocket, onto the ground.

Jackie bends over, picks it up, flips it open.

He stares at the picture of his sister, caresses the

photograph with his thumb. Then --

Jackie stuffs his wallet back into his pocket, looks up the

steep hill. He looks discouraged.

Slowly, he starts to climb back up the hill. In pain, he

GRUNTS every step of the way.

Jackie scrambles to the top of the hill, peers out into the

foggy woods before him. He struggles to catch his breath.

He limps forward, slips in something wet, stumbles, and falls

face first into Rick’s gory remains.

It’s Rick's disemboweled torso! The head and limbs have been

savagely torn off, but the shirt is clearly Rick’s.

Disgusted, Jackie pushes himself up off the ground, does his

best to wipe the blood from his face.

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As he gets back to his feet, something in the gory mess

catches his eye. A glint of light.

It's the ritualistic dagger, lodged deep into Rick's torso.

Totally exhausted, Haley and Gwen continue to press on

through the fog, move as fast as their legs will carry them.

As they run across the uneven terrain, Haley spots something

in the distance. Her eyes light up.

Up ahead, the woods start to open up. Even the fog seems to

be lighter.

They pick up their pace.

Just then, an UNNERVING CACKLE comes from the fog behind the

two girls.

Haley and Gwen both stop dead in their tracks, frozen in

fear. They exchange terrified glances.

They slowly step back towards the tree line, but keep their

eyes locked on the fog-filled woods before them.

Another CACKLE. Closer this time.

Haley grips the machete tight, ready to defend herself.

Gwen grabs hold of Haley's free hand, squeezes tight.

Just then, something is thrown out of the fog, hits Haley in

the chest, then drops to the ground.

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Pure horror spreads across Haley and Gwen's faces as they

look down at their feet and see --

RICK’S DECAPITATED HEAD!

A DEMONIC LAUGH comes from within the fog.

Terrified, Haley turns, grabs Gwen and pushes her towards the

tree line.

OTIS' P.O.V.

We stand motionless in the red fog, watch as Haley and Gwen

make it to the tree line.

Just as the two girls move out of view, We unleash more

DEMONIC LAUGHTER.

END P.O.V.

A flat, grassy field sits beside the vast sea of thick woods.

The red fog spills out of the woods, hangs about a foot over

the grassy field. It seems to have expanded as far as it can.

A desolate old highway cuts through the field, runs along the

side of the forest.

The DEMONIC LAUGHTER carries through the night air.

CLOSE ON the blood crescent moon in the sky.

Haley and Gwen rush out of the tree line, sprint through the

field, towards the road.

HEAVY FOOTSTEPS rapidly approach from the woods behind the

two girls. He's coming!

Haley glances back over her shoulder, doesn't like what she

sees. She pushes Gwen ahead of her.

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OTIS' P.O.V.

We charge through the foggy woods at an incredible speed,

HEAVY FOOTSTEPS below us every step of the way.

Twisted branches blur by us as we reach the tree line and

burst into the --

Up ahead, Haley and Gwen run through the field, towards the

road. Quickly, we close the distance.

Just as we are right on the girls, Haley spins around and

swings her machete right at us!

END P.O.V.

CUT TO:

With the dagger clutched tight, Jackie hobbles through the

fog as fast as his injured leg will allow him to.

He GRUNTS with each step.

Up ahead, the woods start to open up.

Haley and Gwen both SCREAM in the distance.

He picks up the pace.

OTIS' P.O.V.

We stand on top of Haley, pin her to the ground with one of

our massive clawed feet, which protrude through the end of

our shoes.

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She screams out in agony as our claws dig in deeper. Blood

trickles out of her back.

Then, the machete slowly comes into view. It's gripped tight

in our right hand. We hold the blade out towards Haley, press

the blade up against the back of her head.

She whimpers in fear, certain she's going to die.

We turn to see Gwen charging right at us, a thick tree branch

raised high over her head.

Just as Gwen winds back to strike, we lash out with our left

hand, viciously slash our sharp claws across her face.

END P.O.V.

Gwen drops the tree branch to the ground, clutches at her

face as she turns and stumbles away.

As she covers her face with her hands, blood seeps through

her fingers, drips down all over her shoes.

ANGLE ON Haley, who is still pinned down on her stomach, the

clawed foot pressed down hard on her back.

Weakly, she lifts her head, reaches a desperate hand out

towards Gwen. With pure anguish on her face, she starts to

say something.

Suddenly, the machete is SLAMMED DOWN ON HALEY’S HEAD, nearly

splitting her skull down the middle!

The clawed hand wrapped around the machete's handle lets go,

then pulls away, out of view.

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CLOSE ON Haley's face, the machete jutting out of her nose.

Her left eye rolls back in her head, while her right eye

twitches. A choked gasp escapes her lips.

Then, her head slumps forward, finally dead.

AT THE TREE LINE

Jackie limps out of the woods. He looks out over the grassy

field, spots Haley's limp body, the machete still wedged into

her head.

Tears well up in his eyes as he swallows the lump in his

throat. He hangs his head.

Then --

Jackie turns, watches as Gwen blindly stumbles out of the

field and into the road.

In the field behind Gwen, Otis crawls on all fours in the

fog, moves closer and closer towards her.

Jackie pushes through the pain, runs as fast as he can.