The Survivalist Page #5
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She stoops and sinks her fingers in the soil. Feels the
sticky texture between forefinger and thumb.
Milja is left tall poppy exposed... Survivalist gets some
more details from her face - an elegant nose, cheek.
KATHRYN (cont'd)
She throws a packet of seeds to his feet. He crouches and
picks it up, shotgun still at the ready.
He scans the label, searching for an expiry - none on it.
He throws the packet back to her.
She casts her hand around.
KATHRYN (cont'd)
Surely you can spare something...
There seems more than enough.
SURVIVALIST:
That's what-
His voice breaks. He clears his throat, speaks again - a
guttural whisper.
SURVIVALIST (cont'd)
That's what everyone used to think.
Kathryn turns to Milja. They share a private look between
themselves; Kathryn's look asks permission. Her daughter
nods gently.
Kathryn slicks a thumb and rubs a patter of dirt from
Milja's cheek, parting her hair in the process.
KATHRYN:
Then perhaps... perhaps we could
stay the night?
Milja's face is now visible. She has a dangerous beauty.
Survivalist stirs yesterday's soupe du jour on the cold
stove. He keeps the shotgun strapped over his shoulder -
and does so at all times with his guests.
Kathryn and Milja sit at his table, their eyes scanning the
room. Seed charts, old agricultural ministry posters. A
mouldy calendar. Milja's nostrils flare at the pungent room
musk.
He sets three bowls on the table, ladles out uneven
portions.
He serves Milja first. She eats as soon as it lands on the
bowl.
Kathryn waits until Survivalist sits - then eats with the
same numb haste as her daughter. It doesn't look like good
grub, but it's the best food the visitors have had in
weeks.
They eat in silence. He still has the shotgun over his
shoulder.
Survivalist stares at Milja, her face mainly hidden under
her long hair. An eyeball looks back at him.
KATHRYN (OFF)
Do you live alone?
Milja snorts in amusement.
Survivalist is distracted, then nods.
KATHRYN:
How long?
The question weighs heavily upon him... he slips into
reflection. As Kathryn speaks, we draw closer to
Survivalist, running through memories, counting on fingers.
KATHRYN (cont'd)
Milja and I have been living on a
commune. Eight days north. It was a
good set-up. While it lasted... we
lost most of our crops in the last
frost. It was the elderly, the
elderly who passed first. We left
when they stopped burying-
SURVIVALIST:
(quiet)
Eight winters.
Milja looks up from her plate.
He clears his throat again and says louder:
SURVIVALIST (cont'd)
Years, eight years.
KATHRYN:
You've been here eight years?
SURVIVALIST:
No, I've been here... eleven. I've
been alone, eight.
KATHRYN:
That's before...
She exchanges a look with Milja.
MILJA:
Who did you live with before?
Kathryn looks at her daughter coolly for an indiscreet
question.
But he looks at Milja and answers.
SURVIVALIST:
My wife. My wife and my son.
They continue eating in silence.
Kathryn scrapes her plate clean with a fork, while Milja
does the same with her fingers. Survivalist notices, and
begrudgingly spoons some more for his guests.
MILJA:
You haven't told us your name.
And he won't.
EXT. CABIN - NIGHT
The light is dying. It is six in the evening; in a world
without a grid this is when the day ends.
Survivalist opens the door from the main room and leads
Kathryn inside.
This is where she will be sleeping; just enough length on
the floor to do so.
He steps back to shut her in. She reaches a hand out,
blocking the door with gentle force.
She can see Milja over his shoulder; lit by dim stove
light, sitting on his bed.
KATHRYN:
I need to ask you something.
An intimate tone - between you and me.
He releases the door and steps inside. She speaks quietly
in a cabin too small to have private conversations.
KATHRYN (cont'd)
It's a matter of hygiene.
He looks wounded.
SURVIVALIST:
... I haven't been with anyone.
KATHRYN:
That's not what I meant. We don't
have the facilities - nowhere has
the facilities...
SURVIVALIST:
If she gets-
KATHRYN:
Do you understand?
He nods, then steps back and shuts the door.
The lock turns.
Kathryn surveys the space.
Her hands rake shelves, surfaces, looking for loose tools,
devices, anything useful.
She checks the window. It's too small for her to fit
through.
She paces.
She paces and she sits. Lower down, she can see the gap
between the door and the floor. Flickering shadows in the
stove light.
Survivalist is standing by the seed room door, looking at
Milja, who sits at the end of his bed. She stares back at
him nonchalantly.
She takes off her shoes with a clutter.
He follows. He clears his shoes neatly and efficiently to
the side of the room. The inveterate disciplinarian.
She pulls off her socks and discards them on the floor; he
puts his in a cloth wash-bag.
She takes off her jumper. He does the same, propping the
shotgun by the stove.
He watches the slim cleft of her chest under her t-shirt.
She takes it off as well, then her jeans, revealing her
worn polyester underwear.
He steps out of his own jeans. He picks and folds them,
finding distraction in the routine.
He looks back at her, standing awkwardly in his thermals.
She taps the space beside her in the bed.
He sits beside her, hands on knees.
She reaches out and touches his beard. He remains stock
still.
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