EXT – NIGHT

There is a slight drizzle of rain in the air. The evening is pitch black.

A stranded boy, age 23, is walking toward the direction he came from, before his truck died on him. He’s a bit ragged, unshaven, and wearing a tattered band t-shirt. The boy is also carrying his snare drum strapped to his back.

The boy sees a thick patch of trees near the road. There seems to be lights on the other side perhaps a farmhouse. The boy glares and pauses, considering the option to leave the road. He scratches himself and picks his nose in decisive gesture to take the shortcut.

The boy steps across the immediate ditch, heading for the tree line. He continues through the darkness.

In the trees, he continues working around branches, stumps, and the rugged terrain – mostly dirt, mud and leaves. The rattling of his snare is ever present with each step. Some unseen critters are heard to have scurried off. The boy pays little attention.

The rain has stopped. The clouds dissipate. The man drops his ragged jeans and squats near the base of a tree to pinch a movement. He grunts.

BOY
Ggg…

There is a heavy thud in the distance. This catches the boy’s concerns – he looks up and around. He farts in response. The snare rattles too.

The boy is gripped from over head, at his upper palette, with a hand from above. The boy is pulled back and thrown in one movement. The drum rattles harder.

The body attached to the hand rolls off from an above branch and follows the boy down. It is Edgar, wasted, tattered, and hungry.

The boy tries getting to his feet as the snare continues it’s rattling. The waify, primal Edgar follows through and bites into the boy’s forearm.

BOY
AAAaaaarrggh

Edgar smacks the boy across the face with a bruising left swing. The boy falls back as flesh rips from his arm still latched in Edgar’s jaws. The boy hits his head on a rock. Blood rushes out. With his pants still around his ankles the boy frantically tries to get up and make his escape.

Edgar is too relentless and pounces onto the boy. The boy collapses onto his chest. Edgar bites down into the boy’s shoulder. The snare drum rattles.

BOY
YEEeee…

Edgar pulls away flesh and clothing. Blood pools. The boy jerks, and swings wildly knocking off Edgar. The boy rolls quickly in a panic out of the way. He turns abruptly keeping a careful eye on Edgar.

Edgar is gnawing on what looks like a significant slab from the boy’s back. The boy watches stunned as blood pours and pools everywhere. The boy looks down assessing his situation. He realizes the mortality of his condition. In the blackness of night, he is blood soaked. The boy has nothing more to go on.

BOY
I… want you… to know… before you, you eat me… I

Edgar stands up, rather precariously, but rabid.

BOY
…have…

Edgar is on the boy. Edgar comes down hard.

BOY
…syphilis…’

The boy is silenced. Edgar swings back to take another go at the newly made carcass.
Edgar’s POV is a sketch of the boy ripped and bloodied.

BLACK OUT
The crunching of bone and flesh.