Two Winters Past

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD. EVENING

POPPER, VALENTINE, and DOAN are running. 

DOAN points to VALENTINE's gun.

DOAN: Y That's not a rifle you see every day.

VALENTINE: Yeah?

DOAN: There is someone at the house you got to meet!

In the distance, there is a gunshot. Everyone freezes. More gunshots follow.

DOAN: No shit. Let’s go!

They run up the road. There is more gunfire. As they get closer, we hear screaming.

POPPER: This is my fault! They must have been on to me for weeks. Grant was going to take me out. Hazard was gone, they must have marched straight down the field.

VALENTINE: Don’t beat yourself up now, there will be plenty of time for that later.

DOAN: How do we know this kid ain’t a Cooley.

POPPER: I told you he’s cool.

DOAN: He made you keep John Chango alive.

VALENTINE: I didn’t know there was an invasion.

POPPER: John Chango ain’t doing this. I told you the kid is safe, now get over it. We ain’t got any ammo. Val has my machete.

A farm house comes into view, set back on property along the curve of a hill. A lawn has been carved from the forest, and was once well-manicured. The house was ramshackle before the end of the world, but has seen extensive repairs since. A pack of MONSTERS have surrounded the house and are beating on the doors. We can recognize the same pack released by ZACH COOLEY. They have stormed the front porch and are smashing the windows inside. People hanging from the upstairs windows shooting with rifles, but the battle has already moved inside. . 

VALENTINE: It’s not the Cooleys!

POPPER: This is what they do. Got these things locked up in their barns, to take out and herd to other families. When these sickos clear off, the Cooleys will recapture what they can and loot the house. This ain’t the first time they’ve done it.

A bullet hits a tree near Valentine’s head. Everyone scrambles to cover.

DOAN sweeps the area with his sniper rifle.

POPPER: Can you tell where it came from?

DOAN: I got nothing.

Another shot hits the ground nearby.

DOAN: Got him.

DOAN shoots.

POPPER: Kill?

DOAN: Don’t know.

POPPER: Let’s go!