Feast Page #12

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A beer opens.

END MONTAGE:

INT. BAR -- LATER

Several of the chairs and tables barricade the doors. The

place seems in order.

Heroine walks through the bar with Bartender.

BARTENDER:

Well, it don't look pretty.

BOSS MAN:

But it's got teeth.

Heroine nods.

HEROINE:

Will these boards hold?

BOSS MAN:

The boards are solid oak planks, and

the floor is reinforced by a steel

grid beneath. Nothing real or

supernatural is busting through this,

least nothing the size of the beasts.

HEROINE:

Good.

Bozo pops open a beer off the back of Para's wheelchair and

nods to Grandpapa Beast's head on the end of the bar.

BOZO:

Pocahantas!

Heroine turns.

BOZO:

If you don't mind me askin', how'd

you run into these things?

BOSS MAN:

More importantly, how did you run

away from these things?

Heroine stands in the middle of the room as they all gather

around her.

HEROINE:

It all started about forty hours

ago...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- EVENING

The orange sun melts into the horizon.

INT. LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS

Heroine and Hero watch TV with DEBBIE (matronly, older).

EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- CONTINUOUS

We see the home on the horizon with a big barn next to it.

Shrieking and flapping grows in the distance.

INT. LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS

Heroine, Hero, and Debbie look at each other with concern.

Debbie rises to look out the window.

DEBBIE:

Holy mother of...

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

Heroine has the group mesmerized.

HEROINE:

We barricaded ourselves in the cellar.

Then it was just listening. We

listened to those things destroy an

entire heard of livestock. They cried

and screamed but there was nowhere

to go. It took those things all night

to eat 'em. Cattle, lamb, and a full

horse stock. Devoured in total. They

just kept coming. Like they were

insatiable. The swarm crept toward

the house. Closer and closer,

consuming anything in the way.

Slashing, feeding and licking the

bones clean. Just when we said our

prayers, the first ray of sun hit

the house...

EXT. FARMHOUSE -- MORNING

PLOP! A HORSE'S HEAD falls in front of us as we see Heroine

and her terrified companions in the sun soaked home peeking

out from the damaged cellar door.

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

HEROINE:

That first beam of sunlight drove

'em away. Somewhere. They disappeared.

Gone. We decided to run for it. We

called who we could to warn them and

we didn't see a soul the whole drive

out. We went all day until our tank

and spare canisters in the trunk

were dry. We came upon a gas station

to refill...

EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- EVENING

The sun is falling into the horizon. The traveler's CAMARO

pulls into a small gas station.

EXT. GAS STATION -- CONTINUOUS

Heroine goes up to the service window. She cups her hands

over the sides of her face to look inside. Nobody.

There is a slight buzzing from inside. Hero hollers from the

fuel pump by the car.

HERO:

What's goin' on? The pumps are shut

off.

HEROINE:

There's nobody here --

She follows the buzzing sound to a corner of the room.

There is a swarm of black flies crawling over half a STATION

ATTENDANT'S gutted torso.

HEROINE:

They've been here!

Debbie pops out of the back of the car with the empty fuel

canisters.

DEBBIE:

Turn on the pump!

(to Hero)

I'll find something.

Glass shatters as Heroine reaches inside to turn on the pumps.

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

Heroine's demeanor tightens as the story continues.

HEROINE:

We had no time. We didn't know if we

were going in the right direction,

or if there even was a right direction

anymore. All we knew was the sun was

dropping and we had to get enough

fuel to make it through the night at

90 miles per hour...

EXT. GAS STATION -- NIGHT

Debbie siphons fuel from a TOW TRUCK in the distance.

Hero fills their CAMARO.

HERO:

Suck it down you metal b*tch. Suck

it down.

DEBBIE:

(to Hero)

Help!

EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- CONTINUOUS

Debbie is carrying two jugs of gasoline over her shoulders.

Hero sets the pump key and runs for Debbie to grab one.

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