EXT. YARD. EVENING.
Sun sets red down the street, casting buildings in shadow, but illuminating SPIDER slumped in the center of the cracked blacktop, hands over her face, sobbing. Her mouth is bloody. RANGO is running at her.
RANGO: Where’s Tip, you crazy bitch? Where is he?
RANGO raises his knife.
BLYTHE (OS): You get away from her!
RANGO turns to see BLYTHE charging. RANGO drops his knife and runs.
BLYTHE throws down his axe and kneels beside SPIDER.
RANGO lingers by the motorcycles until BLYTHE threatens. RANGO gets on amotorcycle, starts it, and speeds away.
BLYTHE comforts SPIDER in his arms.
BLYTHE: Come on, get up, we can’t think about this right now.
SPIDER: (Sobbing) I’m one of them. I’m one of them.
BLYTHE: Those men will be back soon, and we won’t be able to fight them off. We need to clean up this mess.
SPIDER: I’m one of them!
BLYTHE: Damn it, do you want us both killed/ I’m not letting that happen to you, okay? We need supplies, and we need to clean up.
BLYTHE gets SPIDER to her feet and collects his axe.
He leads her back inside the house. SPIDER stumbles and slumps beyond the threshold.
BLYTHE closes the door.
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