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The chainsaw roars ...

Asshole - Press close to the sock-hand with the blade as it slips around trying to stop it at the base.

Fistey - "You ... haven't ... got ... the guts you ... fucking clown."

An intern walks up to the camera man filming in horror, she looks herself, "Oh my god.  So ... the boss is distributing these NDAs ... "  She looks closer ... "Is this ... is ... is this ... ?"  Shakes it off, "For some reason."

They both stare as off camera ~

Asshole - Shrieking in pain and laughter as the wet sound starts, "I WIN You Son of a bitch !  I !  Fucking !  WIIIIIIIN !"

As the saw-blade sound chunks on the bone, they're sprayed with blood as the room shakes with what sounds like the death roar of a thousand demons losing a million souls, punctuated by her scream.

~ the credits ~

The Diver Deep Karen's toes curl up into the cracked concrete from the gunship's landing, her dog pulling at the leash until finally it snaps, song returns from 4:40





A cat is thrown screeching through a home window.  Three dogs jump out.  They walk the middle of the street, a group mobs a home owner and mailman when the door opens for a delivery.  More dogs escape, one goes back for the package.

Dogs trying to work the mail-truck.

Greater and greater numbers they roam the streets.  A mob through a grocery store footage, panicking customers and clerks.

Dogs run the truck into a pole, high fives inside.

They walk the middle of the road with steaks and dragging sausage links to the countryside.  Cars swerve in desperately to avoid them, exploding in ditches.  A sheep-dog peeps his head.

They walk, shepherd dragging a wide eyed sheep by the foot.

A wolf pack watches from the woods, look at each other, shake their heads then back into the shadows.  A young one looks back to their departure and lowers his head with a grin before slinking off to to join in the street.

Into the dusk and down the road, the huge pack struts.  The mail truck swerves behind, pit-bull's jaws clamped to the fender, the sky goes black with night.


~ after the credits and in the dark ~


Sally - " 'Just hold real still and maybe they won't notice us sounded like the worst plan ever."

Hector - A laugh.  "Yeah.  Humans are fucking insane."
 
Sally - "I think those were aliens."
 
...
 
Hector - "Figures."