EXT. DIRT ROAD. NIGHT.
A light rain is falling. When the bikes drive into shot, zoom out to reveal a pair of monsters in the road, motionless. Bikes stop. Monsters appear not to have noticed.
RANGO: How come they just standing there?
TIP: Run over’n see.
RANGO gets off his bike.
RANGO: Hey! Hey fuckheads! Come on over here.
TIP: Hey maggotheads! Ain’t you listening?
One of the monsters picks up its head. RANGO approaches, drawing a small axe.
RANGO: That’s right. Tell your buddy I’m here.
The second monster takes attention. Neither have moved. RANGO is now in five feet of the monster. Neither has even reached out to him.
RANGO: What’s the matter? Don’t you want to bite me, you dumb fucks?
RANGO swings his axe.
As RANGO chops, monster’s chest bursts open and two chitinous, segmented arms tear out of the body cavity. RANGO’s body is impaled.
Other arms are unfolding into legs as well.
A mass of tentacles has consumed the axe head.
RANGO is still alive and screaming when all the arms tear out of his body.
SOUND EFFECT: Many wet bones snapping.
A bloody rag of a man is left on the ground. Little remains of RANGO that can be identified.
The upper body of the other monster has started two swell and the skin rips.
The insect legs of the first monster have lifted the body off the ground. Human legs are upended and hang limply over the body.
TIP gets off his motorcycle and pumps his shotgun,
TIP: You motherfucker!
TIP shoots.
Several legs are blown away on the insect monster. It compensates and advances on TIP.
CHLOE ISIS runs into the clearing with VALENTINE’s machete in hand. Strapped across her back is her empty rifle and Molay’s sword.
TIP is busy fighting and does not see her. She cuts the cords around VALENTINE’s hands and then MOLAY. She hands MOLAY his sword and then VALENTINE his machete.
MOLAY: We can’t win this fight.
TIP fires again. The insect monster doesn’t notice.
The swelling monster is still getting larger, but not moving yet.
VALENTINE: Run!
VALENTINE, MOLAY, and CHLOE ISIS run.
We do not see what happens to TIP, we only hear his screams. What he endures must be terrible.
Continued tomorrow
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