The Survivalist Page #11
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A MAN'S FACE emerges behind her. Her scream is GAGGED by a
hand clenching her mouth, yellow fingernails digging into
her cheek.
She squirms until she feels the cold hard barrel of a
revolver against her head.
EXT. FARM'S EDGE - DAY
Survivalist bounds through the forest.
KATHRYN (OFF)
Milja!
He knows the land better than Kathryn, and soon has a
steady lead in the hunt. He races through whipping, snap-
back branches and his feet find sure ground.
He bursts through trees to find the stream. Milja's shoes
lie at the waterside.
SPLASH... he's jumped in the water and is running
downstream.
He scans the stream banks as he runs.
Kathryn emerges through the trees into the stream clearing.
She sees Milja's shoes.
Grief swells... the horror of this world without Milja. But
she's been in this world too long to let it slow her down -
she leaps into the water.
Way downstream, Survivalist finds the water too deep to run
through. He doubles back, scans every forest gap on the
muddy banks for footprints.
Kathryn's voice - MILJA, MILJA! echoes upstream.
His sharp eyes catch a white, exposed piece of branch,
where it's just been snapped. He mounts the bank, clearing
through branches into...
EXT. CLEARING - DAY
A bluebell-filled clearing; light corridors streaming down
between foliage onto the tall flowers.
Survivalist eases opens the breech of the shotgun. He
reaches to his jacket pocket... feels the strange texture
inside.
He finds two small, smooth stones.
EXT. STREAM - DAY
The stones SMASH into the water. Survivalist steps down
into the stream, away from the clearing.
He makes his way back up the water.
Then he stops.
He looks at the useless, open weapon in his hands.
SURVIVALIST:
F***!
EXT. FOREST - DAY
Kathryn wades desperately through virgin, unbroken forest.
Her eyes flint around her.
EXT. STREAM - DAY
Survivalist locks the breech of the shotgun. He straps it
over his shoulder again and mounts the bank.
EXT. CLEARING - DAY
Survivalist steps into the clearing, holding the gun like
it's ready for action.
The SNATCHER could be here. He could have gone.
Survivalist surveys the awful tranquillity. His breath
begins cashing the cheques his running has made, thick and
heavy through his nostrils.
He hunkers onto knees. Looks through the flowers...
But if he could see the bird's eye view... he'd see the
SNATCHER lying hidden in the flowers, pressed on top of
Milja.
Snatcher's got his hand over her mouth and a revolver
pressed against her temple. (It's an ancient, World War II
gun, perhaps an illicit family heirloom pressed into
service by catastrophe).
He raises his head above the flower-line and gets a look at
Survivalist. Survivalist pivots with the gun, turning away
from Snatcher's viewpoint.
Milja whelps... quiet, involuntary.
The Snatcher jabs the revolver harder against her skull.
Survivalist pretends not to have heard it, but his posture
has stiffened.
He listens for more sounds...
Then Snatcher leans up...
... takes the gun from Milja's head...
... aims at SURVIVALIST, centre of mass...
... and SHOOTS HIM.
Survivalist collapses, his body swallowed by bluebells.
EXT. FOREST - DAY
The shot ECHOES in the forest. Kathryn stops stock still.
She changes direction and runs towards the sound.
Snatcher collapses back onto Milja, gun back to her temple.
His lips do a silent ten count.
Then he raises his head over the flowers.
Survivalist is still sunk out of view.
Snatcher drags Milja to her feet. Pushing her in front, he
creeps towards where Survivalist's collapsed.
They reach the depression in the flowers - Snatcher tenses
and holds Milja's mouth tighter still.
He leans forward to see:
Survivalist lying on his back, eyes closed, a bloody chest
wound - still gently pumping - showing through his jacket.
Messy entry - Snatcher must have filed the tips of his
bullets.
Snatcher's revolver hovers from Milja's head to
Survivalist's face. He evaluates the killshot.
He wavers. Tilts the revolver - sees the edge of a SINGLE
BULLET left in the chamber.
Snatcher waistbands the revolver and pulls out his knife,
letting Milja taste the cool edge of the blade with the
skin of her neck.
He forces her knees down into the dirt. He pushes her head
onto the ground, straddling her. He is within striking
distance of Survivalist.
Like something out of nightmare, Survivalist's eyes open
wide and white.
He GRABS Snatcher's raised hand and STABS a hunting knife
into his neck.
Snatcher drops his blade and clutches at the knife buried
under his chin. He gets it out after a few slippery grabs,
blood pumping over his collar bone. He rolls onto the
ground, choking, clasping at the gaping neck wound that's
lapping blood down his throat.
As Snatcher goes about quietly dying, Survivalist tears a
strip off his own bloody shirt and uses it as a weak
compress against his chest wound.
Kathryn arrives in the clearing. She rushes to Milja,
finding the wounded Survivalist and the pretty-much dead
Snatcher by her side.
Milja nods that she's OK.
Kathryn sees the shotgun.
She picks it up. She takes the shells she's been carrying
and slots it in. C*cks it.
She turns to Survivalist, who is being helped to his feet
by Milja.
The revolver is in his hand.
INT. CABIN, MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Milja shoulders Survivalist inside. He is pale from blood
loss.
Kathryn follows, shotgun strapped over shoulder.
Milja sits him down on a chair. Together they pull off the
remains of his bloody shirt.
In the window light Milja gets a better look at the wound;
She pours water over it, fresh blood seeping through
quickly.
She gently pushes her fingers into his flesh. Survivalist
clenches teeth.
Milja shakes her head - she can't find it.
She moves quickly to the shelves and takes down a toolbox.
Kathryn and Survivalist eye each other; he still has the
gun in his hand, she still has the loaded shotgun slung
over her shoulder.
Milja steps past her and uses the sparker to light the
stove. She runs a Stanley knife under the flames.
Kathryn undoes Survivalist's leather belt. She folds it and
offers it to Survivalist; he chomps down, never taking his
eyes off her.
Milja kneels beside him with the knife. He tucks the
revolver in his waistband and gives her the nod.
Milja pricks and inspects the wound. Survivalist's teeth
clench HARD on the belt. Kathryn holds Survivalist down as
Milja digs into his flesh...
Survivalist JOLTS with the pain. Kathryn restrains him with
surprising strength.
Milja gets deeper inside his wound.
Survivalist's eyes water, teeth biting deep into the belt.
Milja flicks the knife. A piece of metal hits the bowl she
holds and fresh blood pumps out of Survivalist's wound and
the Stanley's fresh lacerations.
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