Lynn
Nate, put the gun down. Please.
Nate aims his long shotgun at Lynn.
Lynn
Nate, what the hell’s going on?
Nate tightens his finger on the trigger.
Lynn turns and runs, zigzagging at random.
Several rounds of gunfire go off all around her.
Lynn bursts through the thick trees and into a small clearing.
She hears fast and heavy footsteps on the ground behind her.
Panicking, Lynn runs toward an old, abandoned shed to hide.
She collapses in a dark corner and starts to shake in fear.
After several attempts, she pulls out her phone and begins to type.
Lynn
Nate, why are you doing this?
Lynn
We were going to move in together.
Lynn
You said you loved me.
Lynn
How could you do this? Was everything between us a lie?
Lynn
Nate? Talk to me, damn it!
Nate sets his gun aside and frowns at his phone.
After a long moment, he runs his hand over his face in frustration.
Brad
Yeah. The party’s together and we’ve got her surrounded in here…
Brad
She can’t hide forever. When she comes out, we’ll get her.
Nate
We need to call this off.
Brad
What on earth are you talking about?
Brad
It’s working perfectly.
Nate
Normally we target horrible people to be the prey.
Nate
People who are rotten to the core.
Nate
That way, society won’t care if they suddenly go missing.
Nate
Lynn isn’t one of those people. She’s nice.
Nate
She has friends. And there’s her brother, Drake—
Brad
Just…shut up with all of your excuses.
Brad
YOU were the one who picked her as a target, not me.
Nate
She wasn’t a target, not initially.
Nate
We met at a party and hit it off, remember?
Nate
You took one look at her and said that she would be the perfect prey.
Brad
If I remember correctly, you agreed with me.
Brad
You said that we never hunted someone from the cross-country team before.
Brad
It would be a new challenge. We could charge double.
Nate
Yes, that’s true. But I got to know Lynn better…
Brad
If you were having second thoughts, you should have said something before we got in too deep.
Nate
Are you shitting me right now? I said something, remember?
Nate
You told me that I was getting soft.
Brad
Dude, we can’t call it off now. The hunt has already begun.
Brad
We’d have to pay everyone back and we already spent the money.
Nate
I told you not to get that new pickup truck until after the hunt was over.
Brad
Forget the pickup. The target knows too much.
Brad
If we let her go, she’ll run straight to the police.
Brad
Tell them everything.
Nate
What if she promises not to go to the police?
Brad
No. End of discussion. We need to see this thing to completion, Nate.
Brad
Now shut up and get over here.
Sighing, Nate picks up his gun and moves to join the others around the shed.
As he moves into position, he whispers urgently to Brad.
Nate
I don’t think I can do this anymore.
Brad
Oh my God, Nate. Grow a pair already, will ya?
Brad
If you really want out, then you can get out after this hunt is over.
Brad
Right now, we need to shoot this prey before the sun comes up…
Brad
And people start asking what we are all doing out here in the woods…
Nate sighs again and checks his text messages.
Lynn
Fine, don’t talk to me, Nate. I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.
Lynn
I’ve already texted Drake and he’s calling the police.
Lynn
Within minutes, this place is going to be swarming with cops.
Nate
They’ll never make it in time, Lynn.
Nate
You’ll be long dead by the time help arrives.
Lynn
You have to find me first.
Twigs crack on the ground outside the shed.
Panicking, Lynn stuffs the phone into her pocket and peeks out the window.
Several hunters step into the clearing. They quickly surround the shed.
Swallowing her fear, Lynn tucks her body down and rolls out of the shed doors.
Once outside, she pops up and sprints towards the woods, bobbing and dodging the gunfire thundering all around her.
Just as she makes it to the tree line, something hits her leg.
She tumbles into nearby bushes as pain blossoms in her outer thigh.
Brad
Come on guys. This way!
