Thursday, January 8, 2009

Dogriders: part 1 (rough draft)


DAYBREAK: Four dark figures huddled in a dark house. No electricity. We gather that a very unseemly set of events has led them to this moment. As our eyes adjust to the light we see:

HARRISON, 29, takes a furtive glance through the curtains, as if spying on someone. He is a solemn man wracked by many woes.

JOSH, 27, seated at an empty dining-room table, hands pressed against his forehead. He looks like he might be a jovial fellow in nicer times. But these days are very dark.

NICK, 28, leaning against the wall, deep in thought. A handsome man with a cool dark quality about him. Catlike almost.

BILL, 25, standing in a doorway methodically loading a revolver. His gruff exterior hides a heart of gold, but he's not about to let that shine through in times like these.

After an almost eternal and boring silence...

HARRISON: I think they've gone, maybe we should get moving.

JOSH: No. I'm... not going out there again.

NICK: We're gonna have to move eventually, they'll come back. (a beat) They always do.

BILL: Well, we're definitely not gonna sit here and argue about it. Either we get to higher ground or find a more defensible location.

HARRISON: Bill's right, we've outstayed our welcome.

NICK: Alright, let's get moving.

Josh shakes his head as the four of them leave the dining room.



STILLWELL ROAD: The four men walk along the center of the forested road, each one with a makeshift weapon (and Bill's revolver). They make sure to keep a visual perimeter around them, each man taking turns looking north, south, east, and west.

HARRISON: We've gotta be halfway to Woodbury by now!

NICK: Keep your heads up, we're not out of the fire yet.

BILL: Hold up.

The group stops, everyone having spotted the same thing at the side of the road... a huge, fly-swarming turd. Moist in the morning light.

JOSH: What is it?

BILL: (intensely long beat) ...Dogriders.

A massive beast covered in matted brown fur leaps from the surrounding underbrush with magnificent strength. It looks like a giant wolfhound and is fitted with a saddle upon which an armor-coated barbarian humanoid warrior rides.

No sooner does Bill raise his gun than the beast is upon him, biting his arm right at the shoulder! The remaining three pause in shock as Bill gets thrashed against the street like a rag-doll.

JOSH: GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!

Josh, Nick, and Harrison all run full speed past the hellish nightmare creature. As they run, three more Dogriders leap from the woods.

DOGRIDERS: BROUF! BROUF! BROUF!

BILL: (faint, dying) nguh, heeelp.

Harrison stops, unable to ignore his comrade's pleas.

JOSH: WHAT ARE YOU DOING GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!

HARRISON: We can't leave him, he's still alive!

NICK: HE'S DEAD JUST RUN!

JOSH: COME ON WE GOTTA GOOO!

HARRISON: Someone's gotta save him!

A Dogrider pins Harrison to the ground, gnawing at his skull.

NICK: FUCK!

JOSH: RUN! WE GOTTA RUN! FUCK!

HARRISON: (braindead) Buhhhhelpme.

DOGRIDERS: BRAAUGHGRAGHGRRRR!

JOSH: GO! KEEP RUNNING! GO!

NICK: HERE OVER HERE!

The two leap over the side of the road, where a sewage outlet pipe runs. They climb into the open pipe, barely squeezing through the steel bars.

DOGRIDERS: BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF!

The Dogriders try to headbutt the sewage pipe, but they're stuck outside.

DOGRIDERS: HRRRRRRRRRRBROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF!

NICK: They can't get in here...

JOSH: (taking in the previous events) ... fuck.

Nick leans against the curved wall of the pipe. Josh buries his face in his hands.

DOGRIDERS: BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF! BROUF!

(end part 1)

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Harrison said...

i am curious to see whose skull gets gnawed on next