Monday, February 29, 2016

Two Winters Past






EXT. HIGHWAY. DAY.

TRAVEL MONTAGE: The highway travels through a cleft of steep mountains on the bank of a river. Often the road is suspended like a bridge. 5 BARABAS force HOLT, AIDEN, and TIFF to walk behind Logan. Logan's monologue is like narration over establishing shots of valleys and the tangled forest brances.

LOGAN: There’s an elephant down there. That’s what some old lady told me. River ran so high they thought they could float an elephant down on a raft. Apparently people didn’t think an elephant wouldn’t do anything dangerous. They also thought sharks needed to turn upside down to eat, but that’s neither here nor there. This elephant hit his head on a bridge and fell off. Never did find the bones. River was deep then, there was pictures! Now we got nets snagging on the bottom and you can wade across in most places. This river can’t feed us forever, especially if Hancock was there. We gave them the same deal we gave you. There wasn’t many of them anyway. You’ve got to work, and you’ve got to pray. This is the Lord’s work we’re doing. It ain’t easy. Well, turns out we wasn't the only people looking to take Hancock, and the situation didn't turn out good for anyone. A lot of people died before we could burn it. (Pauses. Waits.) Anything worth doing is worth doing right! Right? (Laughs) Aiden Quartermass, you’re going to be doing a lot of praying when you meet the Preacher. (Laughs)

Resume amontage. Deposit peaks over the tops of the trees. It is a small town with houses painted white and sky blue. There are trees in the yards, fences around the pools in the back. Many of those pools have been torn open and collapsed. 

LOGAN: Welcome home.

To the right the hill slopes up gently. It has been cleared of trees long ago, and the gas station that replaced them has since been abandoned. The area is grown thick with grass, and the parking lot has started to break up.

A monster peeks out from the shattered glass door, watching LOGAN and the others walking on the exit ramp. Monster is spindly and shirtless. A broken rib protrudes from the chest, but the edges are dark brown and corrupted. The skin is pale and afflicted with lesions, and blue veins pulse like worms beneath the skin. Monster’s milky eyes follow the track Logan’s entourage as if they still saw. Monster screams.

LOGAN: Shit.




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