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INT. TENT - NIGHT

A sickeningly wet SNAP violently shatters the silence within a small, dark tent. SARA, a cute young blonde girl of collage age, is startled from her unrestful slumber, promptly sitting up inside her sleeping bag, confused and befuddled.

SARA (blinking her sleepy eyes against the darkness) What the hell was that?

Sara rubs her eyes and scans the interior of the tent, listening. The sleeping bag beside her is still, but hard to see in the dark. She hears nothing.

SARA (Brings hands to face, running fingers down the length of her cheeks) Fuck...

With a sigh, Sara lays back down, and closes her eyes. The world around her is silent. Suddenly, a faint raspy Wheeze, breaks the silence. Sara’s eyes shoot open, darting around the tent, waiting for the sound to come again. Nothing.

SARA (Pulls the sleeping bag up around her neck) I must be going crazy.

Sara rolls over in her bag, softly laughing to herself, and closes her eyes, grumbling to herself unintelligibly. A few moments later, the raspy wheeze comes again, this time a lot closer. Sara’s eyes shoot open in fright!

SARA (Pulls the sleeping bag over her head) What the hell is that?

Sara reaches her arm out and pats the sleeping bag beside her. Its empty. In a panic, Sara pulls the sleeping bag away from her face and begins to open the bag beside her. The raspy wheeze bellows again, but further away this time.

SARA (Struggling to free herself from the sleeping bag, she whispers)

SARA (cont’d) Alex?

Sara looks to the doorway of the tent... the zipper is halfway undone.

SARA (crawling toward the door, grumbling to herself, rambling) I’m such an idiot! I should have gotten him outta here yesterday. I knew he needed a doctor, he should have listened to me. Now I’m gonna have to drag his ass up that fucking hill, in the dark!

EXT. CAMPSITE - CONTINUOUS

Peering from the flap of her tent, Sara scans the campsite. Four tents, including her own, sat amidst the darkness of night, cradled among the high, dark grass. The tents boarder a single, huge, fire ring. The three other tents arch around to her right, the third landing directly on the other side of where she knelt. Folding chairs are arranged around the pit, a large stick, sharpened with a blackened tip, leans against the scorched stones. A full moon hangs high in the sky, but the dense clouds mute its silver glow.

SARA (opening the flap, stepping out into the cold grass, whispering) Alex?

A rustle in the bushes at the other end of camps answers.

SARA (squinting, whispering a little louder) Alex? Is that you?

No response. Sara steps further away from her tent, kicking a beer can.

SARA (Wrapping her arms around her for warmth, whispering a little louder) Alex? Are you out there? This isn’t funny.

The bushes shake again, but no one replies. Sara walks around the fire ring, tripping over something in the dark. She stumbles, but remains standing. She turns to see what she tripped over and sees a pair of grimy, grass stained boots. A stout framed figure is laying in the grass between her tent and the one next to hers.

SARA (Disgusted, whispering) Fuckin’ fat ass.

Sara turns away, an image of the boys face flashes in her mind. She stops, frozen and wide eyed. Turning slowly, against her better judgment, Sara looks over the figure in the grass again, examining it better this time. SPLINT, a chubby, curly haired red headed young man in his early twenties, lays stomach down in the grass. As Sara scans his body, starting from the feet, she audibly gasps, clasping her hands to her mouth, squelching a scream. The young mans body may have been laying face down, but his face stared at the clouded night sky. A trickle of blood ran down his cheek, pooling into the grass beside him.

SARA (Still clasping her mouth, tears flooding her eyes, whispering softly) Oh my god, oh my god... (spinning in circles, searching, panicked) Where the fuck are you, Alex? Oh god, why did you have to choose now to go to the bathroom?

A burst of sound from the bushes on the other side of the campsite rings out among the silence. The SHADOW, a tall, thin figure of a man, masked in shadow, that hunched its crooked spin drastically, steps from the foliage.

It pays Sara no heed as it awkwardly moves through the grass. Its body twitches and convulses with every step. It moves, ungracefully, to the tent across from Sara’s, unzips the flap and leans inside.

Sara is frozen in terror as she watches the events unfold.

A moment later, he drags a naked woman out by her hair. NICHOLE, a extremely attractive young woman in her early twenties with perfectly pert fake breasts, screams wildly and waiving her arms in distress, knocks a tent pole loose as the Shadow drags her free of it. The tent collapses, leaving someone flailing inside. The Shadow hoists Nichole into the air by her hair. She struggles and kicks out against it, but the Shadow is unfazed.

JAMES, a young Jock in his early twenties, built like a brick shit house, tears himself free of the fallen tent, cursin’ like Yosemite Sam.

JAMES (Stepping from the wreckage, stark naked) Let her go you fuckin’ freak!

The Shadow pays James no heed and continues to stare at Nichole, his dark eyes reflecting like silver orbs as the moonlight breaches the clouds. A wide smile stretches across his lips revealing rows of jagged teeth. With every twitch and muscle spasm, the Shadows body seems to grow and contort.

To Sara’s right, the tent beside the fallen wreckage begins to rustle. Rob, a birdlike and gangly young man in his early twenties, peeks his head from his tent. His eyes quickly bulge when he sees what is unfolding just outside his tent. As quickly as he appeared, Rob pulls his head back inside and begins to shuffle around within his tent.

James lunges ahead, swinging his large arm out wide to hit the Shadow.

The Shadow catches James’ huge fist in its hand and twists it backwards, dropping the bigger man to his knees in agony. With a wickedly gleeful smirk, the Shadow kicks James hard in the chest, sending him tumbling backwards into the wreckage of his tent.

ROB (Pulling his shirt on as he steps from his tent) What the hell is going on out here?

James, struggles to free himself from the tattered remains of his tent, cursing loudly. Once free, he charges ahead, tucking his shoulder low to tackle the Shadow.

Time seems to slow as Sara watches James charge ahead to take the Shadow out at the waist. To her horror, the Shadow, who at this point looks more a monster than a man, swipes its arm out wide, backhanding James hard across the face, sending his sailing off into the distance. His body flails and tumbles through the air until he collides with a lone tree, standing in the darkness. The gruesome CRACKING of wet bone echoes throughout the campsite.

SARA (closing her eyes, yelling out to the night)

SARA (cont’d) NO!!!

The Shadow lifts Nichole from her feet, holding her high above its head. With a nauseatingly wet SNAP, the monster bends Nichole in half as she screams. Her wails gurgle with blood, white shards of bone burst from her chest sending a waterfall of blood to wash over the Shadow.

Rob charges ahead like a bumbling stick figure, awkwardly flailing his arms.

Sara scans the campground for a weapon. Her eyes lock onto the blackened tip of the poker, resting against the fire pit.

The Shadow hurls Nichole’s body, still choking and gaging on the thick blood that gushed from her mouth, at Rob. The naked body collides with the spindly man, toppling him backwards.

Sara runs to the poker, plucks it from its resting place, and using the forward momentum of her movement, launches herself across the fire pit, plunging the blackened tip into the side of the Shadow.

The Shadow grips the large stick with its clawed fingers, turning its rage filled gaze to Sara. She locks eyes with the beast, horrified by what she saw. Though twisted and contorted, a young mans face is still hidden in shadows, but a pair of silver eyes glowed brightly in the moonlight.