*A younger Gasper Poe can be seen sitting in a courtroom, nervously wiping sweat off his face*
Judge: All rise!
*Everyone in the courtroom stands as the judge begins delivering his verdict*
Judge: Over to you, foreman of the jury
*The foreman nods, stepping forward*’
Jury Foreman: On the count of 1st degree murder, we find the defendent…guilty
*Gasper sighs with relief as a loud wailing can be heard nearby, a young woman collapsing into her seat, her hands covering her face*
Judge: I sentence you, Rosita Santos, to twenty-five years in prison…
*As two police officers approach to drag the woman away, two-year-old Carolina watches from the audience, tears starting to drip from her face*
Carolina’s Mother: It’s okay dear, Aunty Rosita just needs to be away for a while on important business
*From the front of the courtroom, Gasper looks back to see the crying girl and her mother, quickly turning away to mask his guilt*
Gasper (to himself): What have I fucking done…?
~~~~~PRESENT DAY~~~~~
*A now grown up Carolina sprints through the Golden Valley general hospital pushing a hospital bed with an unseen person on it*
Carolina: Vitals dropping quickly, we don’t have much time!
*The team of doctors and nurses burst through the doors of the surgery hall, a team already geared up and waiting*
Surgeon: We’ll take it from here…
*Watching the bed get wheeled into surgery, Carolina walks back and collapses on a waiting room chair, taking deep breaths. As her phone rings, an already exhausted Carolina picks it up*
Carolina: What is it?
Mitch (on the other end of the phone): Oh hey, I just wanted to tell you that…we have visitors around tonight!
Carolina: Who’s coming?
Mitch: Well, uhm, my boyfriend is coming around!
Carolina: You have a boyfriend now?
Mitch: Yeah, um, he’s really sweet. He’s just very shy and it’s his first time coming around to the house and well…
Carolina: So, can I meet him?
Mitch: Yeah, that’s the problem. He’s not really ready to meet you yet, you know, plus I wanted a romantic night and…well, we don’t want to be disturbed
Carolina: You’re kicking me out of the house?
Mitch: Uhm…yes. Camila’s agreed to stay over at Kimberly’s
*Carolina audibly sighs, but pretends to put on a smile*
Carolina: Have fun tonight, alright!
Mitch: Where will you stay?
Carolina: I’ll talk to some of the other nurses, one of them will have a spare couch for the night
Mitch: Alright, great! I’ll see you tomorrow!
Carolina: Yeah, see you tomorrow. Love you!
Mitch: Love you too…ok, goodbye!
*On the other end of the line, Mitch hangs up the phone, taking a sigh of relief as he looks from Kimberly to Zoe, to Hoop, and finally to Camila*
Camila: Well?
Mitch: She’s out. For tonight. We’ll have to think of something tomorrow though
*The group stands in awkward silence, until Zie finally speaks up*
Zoe: Alright, are y’all seriously planning on keeping Noah in your basement…forever?
Camila: One problem at a time
*Hoop nods in agreement*
Hoop: It’s a shame we don’t have the Mayor on our side to pay people off this time…
Zoe: Do NOT joke about that. Ever!
*Hoop backs down somewhat, nodding*
Kimberly: At least, because we’re all so traumatised about the Mayor’s death we get a free day off school…
Camila: Yeah, it’ll give us time to get our game plan together, and figure out how to deal with our little basement dweller
*Zoe seems very unimpressed, shaking her head*
Zoe: If any of you lay a finger on him I will not hesitate to call the police and turn us all in
*Camila, clearly annoyed, seems on the verge of slapping her*
Camila: You want to join him tied up down there too?
Zoe: I’m just saying that YOU fucked up majorly, you got us in this mess, and if your idea of getting us out of it is what I think you’re thinking of doing right now…
*Mitch finally intervenes in the fighting*
Mitch: Alright everyone, can we please discuss this, like adults, upstairs?
*Camila and Zoe back down from each other, eventually agreeing to treat the occasion civilly*
Mitch: And when this is all done, the five of us, and Noah, can sit in my bedroom watching Toilet Shark with enough popcorn to collectively give all of us heart attacks, alright?
~~~~~
*Maria sits in her studio, turning on the camera for yet another video*
Maria (into camera): Hey Sweeterkins, I’m back yet again! Today I wanted to talk about the homeless crisis currently happening in Golden Valley. Just yesterday, my very good friend Heidi Vanderplump found herself the attempted victim of pickpocketing from one of these very homeless types. I just think the police need to remind them that this is our town, not theirs. If they want to live here, they can buy a house and not sit ruining our beautiful streets and stealing our food and hard earned cash! I truly think it’s time we drove out the people causing us all this hassle, and make this town a much safer, caring community!
*As she finishes recording, Maria slily smiles to herself, moving the video into editing. As she does this, someone knocks on her front door. Rolling her eyes, Maria stands up to answer it, seeing Anya on the other side burying a bag of environmental-related leaflets*
Maria: The fuck do you want?
Anya: I was wondering…
Maria: No thanks
*She quickly slams the door in Anya’s face as she stands, somewhat stunned, shaking her head, she turns and starts walking down the street to the next house as Maria watches from her window*
Anya (to herself): Give me a chance people…
*Sitting down on the bench, a tear drops from her eye as the sets the bag of leaflets down beside her. Holding her head in her hands, she is unable to notice the figure walking towards her. As they begin to near, Anya notices the footsteps, looking up to see who it is. A gloved hand extends, offering the girl a tissue. As she looks up at the face of this mysterious figure, she screams*
Anya: Who are you?
*The figure takes a seat down beside her. Instead of speaking, they simply reach into her bag, taking two leaflets. Then, revealing a pen, they write on the first, handing it back to Anya. Then nodding to her, they continue down the street while starting to read the second leaflet, leaving Anya absolutely stunned. She looks down to read the message on the first leaflet*
LEAVE.
~~~~~THE SAME BENCH, 2010~~~~~
*Thirteen years earlier, we see a younger Robert sitting alone on the bench with his son*
Robert: You like it?
Hoop: Hmmmm
*As they look around the neighbourhood, Hoop begins to nod his head, and Robert smiles*
Robert: Good, because I already have a job here so we were moving in regardless
*As they sit on the bench admiring the view, they notice not mayor yet Bagwaggle and his daughter Blaire Harrington*
Bagwaggle (noticing the pair): Good morning, are you new in town?
Robert: Just having a good look around!
Bagwaggle: Well, I must say the housing market here is going through a real boom. Loads of families with kids moving in, the elementary school just got a bit investment, and well, nothing ever happens here, safest town in America!
*Robert smiles, seemingly quite impressed by this*
Robert: And you are?
*Bagwaggle extends his hand*
Bagwaggle: I’m Thomas Bagwaggle, I own the local real-estate firm
Robert: So that’s why you’re pushing the housing market so much then
Bagwaggle: Very good, but hopefully I’ll be selling soon. I’m running for town mayor currently. What do you do?
Robert: I’m the new detective here, not that it sounds like you need me
Bagwaggle: Well, it’s always good to have another officer! The worst thing that happens here is the youth spray painting things though, watch out for the Brancati and Andrews girls, those two are trouble
*Bagwaggle now notices Hoop, who is seemingly hiding behind his father*
Bagwaggle: Hey buddy, how old are you?
*Hoop seems nervous, but Robert encourages him*
Hoop: I’m…four…
Bagwaggle: Wow, that’s a big age! That’s my daughter’s age too actually! Maybe you two could be friends?
*Hoop seems to grow increasingly nervous*
Robert: Wow Hoop, you’ve made a friend, and it’s not even the first day of Kindergarten yet!
Bagwaggle: Well, I’ll see you around I suppose!
*As Bagwaggle walks off, Hoop and Blaire made eye contact until they have disappeared from each others’ sights*
~~~~~MODERN DAY, POLICE STATION~~~~~
*In the police station, Robert unveils to Gasper his complete plan*
Robert: Tonight, when Jasmine’s gone to the bar like she does every night, we’ll be planting some rat poison inside her house, which is what appears to have killed the mayor
*Gasper nods solemnly*
*The pair are taken by surprise by a figure entering the room. As she comes closer to the pair, Robert seems quite shocked to see her*
Robert: Blaire? Blaire Harrington?
Blaire: Nice to see you too, Mr Dancer
*Gasper sits back and allows the pair to interact, a mug of tea in his hand*
Robert: How…how have you been? Hoop really misses you…
Blaire: I’m here for my father’s funeral. The second it’s done, me and Dredlocks are outta here
Robert: Well then, is there anything I can help you with?
Blaire: You can stay out of my way. I came here to say that if your dumbass son tries to contact me…
Robert: He is sorry for what he did, you need to understand that!
Blaire: I don’t care. It’s too late for that now
Robert: And…is that all?
Blaire: The last five years when I didn’t need to see either of your ugly faces have been the best five years of my life
*Blaire darkly smiles at him, and leaves, jumping into a convertible car with Dredlocks at the wheel*
Dreadlocks: Did that go well?
Blaire: Shut up!
*The pair drive away as Robert watches, meanwhile, Gasper finishes his mug of tea*
Gasper: What was that about?
Robert: Nothing important. She and my son, they used to…be a thing, you know? Then her dad cheated on her mom, she filed for full custody, and they moved off to a big city somewhere, Seattle I think. A year later, her sheep friend Kimberly Dredlocks ran away from her parents because she missed her friend THAT much
Gasper: Attached much?
Robert: It’s creepy, yeah
*Gasper glances down at his watch, surprised at the time*
Gasper: It’s 5 already? Damn, time disappeared today!
*As the pair continue to plot their plan, they fail to notice the shaded figure creeping in through the back window of the station*
Gasper: Are you…absolutely sure there’s no other way?
Robert: I am, yeah. She has to go down for this…
*Gasper opens a paper bag to reveal a box of rat poison, which he slips into an evidence bag. As he does this, Roger heads over to the toilet, going inside, leaving Gasper alone in the room*
Gasper (to himself): This is so fucked up…
*Armed with a long metal chain, the shaded figure approaches begin Gasper as he obliviously looks down at the rat poision. Hearing a footstep behind him, Gasper starts to turn around*
Gasper: Roger?
*The figure suddenly jumps on Gasper from behind, wrapping the chain around his neck. In the shock, Gasper’s gun falls out of his pocket, the figure pulling him away from it. Attempting to scream out for his colleague, Gasper’s cries come out as strangled murmurs as his face turns bright red. Struggling to fight, the figure pushes Gasper to his knees, continuing to strangle him with the chain. Gasper lets out one more tortured gasp, before falling still. The figure lifts the chain off his neck, allowing his body to fall to the floor*
Roger: Gasper, what are you doing in there?
*Unlocking the door to the bathroom, Roger immediately sees Gasper’s body lying on the ground*
Roger: The fuck?
*Promptly grabbing his gun, he begins searching the room with his eyes, not noticing the figure now standing behind him, not holding the box of rat poison*
Roger: This is some sick prank…please be some kind of sick prank…
*He advances over to Gasper, bending down to check his vitals. As he does this, the figure runs out from behind him, pulling Roger’s head back before he can react. As he attempts to scream, the figure punches him in the side of his head, stunning Roger somewhat. Then, the figure swiftly forces open the detective’s mouth, starting to pour the rat poison inside. Making a gargling noise, Roger tries to escape from the killer’s grip but is unable to, starting to fit on the floor like Mayor Bagwaggle. The figure releases him, standing over Gasper’s corpse and Roger’s desperately squirming body, watching as the life slowly begins draining out of him…*
~~~~~
*As yet another night falls over Golden Valley, Heidi stands in front of the mirror in her bedroom, getting herself ready for a night out. Applying lipstick, she poses in the mirror*
Heidi: Looking fab, darling, looking fab-u-lous!
*Putting on her rather expensive, luxury coat, she steps outside her house and enters a limo parked on her driveway. It rolls out of the house and starts reading toward the town’s one and only luxury restaurant. As the limo arrives, she steps out, spotting a posh man in a suit waiting by the entrance. She takes him by the arm, and they enter the establishment*
Heidi: So…have you thought about my offer?
Posh Man: Indeed I have
Heidi: And? Is it going ahead?
Posh Man: I talked to my colleagues, and we all agreed your idea has legs…
*Heidi seemingly wants to squeal with delight, but keeps it professional*
Heidi: When do we start?
Posh Man: …however, we decided that now is not the time for investment
*Heidi’s face turns from joy to pure shock*
Heidi: You…called me here to reject me?
Posh Man: We thought we’d give you the courtesy of telling you face-to-face. Everything you order tonight is on me…
*A waitress arrives to take their orders. Heidi looks the Posh Man dead in the eye, before turning to the waitress*
Heidi: We’ll have a bottle of your finest wine, please!
*The waitress nods, heading off into the bowels of the restaurant to complete her order. Wordlessly, the pair wait for her to return. She pops open the bottle and begins pouring into Heidi’s glass*
Heidi: I hope it’s vintage!
Waitress: Of course…
*As the waitress once again leaves, Heidi takes a sip of her wine, before standing up*
Posh Man: What are you doing?
*Wordlessly, Heidi suddenly throws her glass of wine over the man before grabbing the bottle and storming out of the restaurant, leaving him sitting in his seat soaked and in shock. Exiting the restaurant, Heidi looks around on the street, asking the concierge outside to order her limo to return. As she waits, she notices Gordie walking down the street. Taking a swig of her wine, she braces herself for what he has in store for her today*
Gordie: Date didn’t go to plan?
Heidi: It went fine…
Gordie: I’m assuming your plans of starting a fashion line would fail…females aren’t meant for that kind of thing
Heidi: Subtle. You still a virgin? The one thing females aren’t meant for is you if I remember correctly
Gordie: I have plenty of people on the side!
Heidi: How much do you pay them?
Gordie: They’re higher class than you’ll ever be!
Heidi: I earn more in an evening than you have in your entire pathetic life!
Gordie: Yet you still live in this shithole…
Heidi: I could move anywhere if I wanted to, but I choose not to…
Gordie: Admit it, you’re secretly as broke as all of us…
Heidi: Have you seen my house?
Gordie: Inherited from your parents
Heidi: I have a private limo!
Gordie: Which is also from your parents…admit it, you’re just not that good at anything…
Heidi: Alright you non-life, basement-dwelling, coke-snorting, overweight, ugly fucking freak, I have achieved more in my life than you ever will, and I’m sorry you can’t see past my X Chromosomes to understand that!
Gordie: You wish-
*With an almost demonic force, Heidi slaps Gordie, sending him to the floor only moments before her limo shows up*
Heidi: Tell your discord buddies about how you lost a fight to a girl…
*She opens the door to her limo, quickly intstructing the driver to leave the scene, watching as Gordie becomes an insignificant dot in the distance*
~~~~~
*In their family home, Paula and Pauline browse through Netflix, trying to find a film to watch. As they do this, Paula discusses her time in LA with her mother*
Paula: I went to auditions…I really tried, tried so hard! A couple of times I got really close, within touching distance…there was this TV show about some people stuck at a summer camp in winter with a serial killer. The lead…she was made for me, I thought of her and I saw her face, and I got so close, all the way down to the final 2…
Pauline: I did warn you that this would happen…
Paula: That my life’s dream would fail?
Pauline: No, that if we didn’t pick a movie to watch within the first 5 minutes we’d spend more like looking for one than we will actually watching it!
*Paula sighs at her mother’s complete uninterest in her daughter’s life*
Paula: The next season I tried again, this time for the role of some Blogger Lady. She was kind of a bitch and she wasn’t as big a character, but I tried, and I got all the way down to the final few again, but they picked the same girl…again. I reckon she slept with the casting director…
Pauline: That’s lovely hunny…do you fancy Waterpark Shark, its new out this year…ooh, I think it’s the sequel to your film!
Paula: Yeah, they asked me if I wanted to come back…
Pauline: Why didn’t you?
Paula: They wanted me to play a bearded mermaid!
Pauline: Shame…I think we should watch this!
Paula: I think I’d rather cut my own eyes out, honestly
Pauline: You have very pretty eyes…
Paula: Mom, please stop being weird!
*She stands up, shaking her head quite dramatically*
Paula: I’m going to bed, I can’t deal with this!
Pauline: I’ll just watch it on my own then
Paula: yeah, you do that. Have fun. Don’t die of a heart attack or something while I’m asleep!
*Paula marches upstairs, leaving her mother to start the movie alone*
~~~~~
*Roommates George and Matthew decide to sit and watch the same movie as Pauline, but are further ahead, watching the bearded mermaid get brutally torn apart in the bath*
George: The way the shark can get about in this movie is genuinely impressive!
*Matthew meanwhile browses on his phone, reading the Serial Killer discord*
Matthew: You know Gordie got the absolute shit beat out of him by Heidi Vanderplump!
George: Vanderplump? I didn’t know she had that in her!
Matthew: People are talking about the mayor’s death. Some people think it was a serial killer who also killed Mary Brucknell
George: People need to realize life’s not a Slasher film. Mary’s probably gone off on a vacation to the Bahamas and forgot to tell anyone, the woman was in her 80’s after all!
Matthew: A lot of people are also talking about how the police are probably close to an arrest. People are betting money on who’s gonna get locked up. So far they reckon the majority think Cooney girl did it, but that homeless dude and the new lady, Leanne or something, also have quite a few votes
George: That’s honestly kind of sick…
Matthew: It’s entertainment, there’s nothing else going on in this town after all. Tomorrow everything will have probably blown over and they’ll be on to obsessing about what bra the big Sweeterson is wearing
George: Just say…for a moment, we were in a town where a serial killer was picking people off one by one, what would you do?
Matthew: I’d move away, don’t get why people never do that
George: Right, like just get the fuck out of there, why do you stay and wait to be murdred like a sitting duck?
*As the pair continue to talk, three knocks at the door stop them dead in their tracks*
Matthew: That’s the killer coming to get us!
George: Please? The odds of two serial killers standing under the same doorway is very unlikely
*George gets up to answer the door. When he does so, he’s surprised to be greeted by Cassie Parker*
George: Cassie? What are you doing here?
Cassie: Well um, a few weeks ago I borrowed…or well stole the welcome mat outside your door…
George: You took our Welcome mat?
Cassie: Yeah well…I was going for a bit of a rough patch and my therapist suggested I try to return what I stole to everyone…
George: And he told you to do this at 9PM?
Cassie: I only just got back from my appointment, he lives out of town, and there’s no time like the present to start, right?
George: Um…yeah…why exactly did you steal our welcome mat?
Cassie: My therapist told me I was a Kleptomaniac whatever that means…I just got fired from my first job and I was down and I just saw your mat and decided I wanted it to I took it, sorry…
*Instead of handing him the mat, she hands him $20 with a sheepish smile*
Cassie: I kind of…burnt it…by mistake!
*George takes the $20 with a lot of confusion*
George: I…don’t care that much…
Cassie: Ok, good night then!
*Cassie starts walking away from their apartment, leaving George very confused*
Matthew: What the fuck was that about?
George: I have absolutely no clue whatsoever…
~~~~~
*Back in the Santos household, the teens are still discussing what to do when the doorbell suddenly rings. As the talking cease, they look at one another uncomfortably*
Camila: Who the fuck is that?
*Camila looks out the window but sees nobody standing at the door, though an object is lying on the ground. It appears to be a white box at first glance*
Kimberly: This is like that scene in a horror movie where there’s a head inside a box or something…
*As a group, they head downstairs, Mitch nervously opening the door and grabbing the box, which says “Piza Pizzeria” on the top*
Mitch: Did someone order pizza?
*Everyone gives Mitch a blank look*
Camila: Well…open it…
Hoop: What if it’s a bomb?
Camila: Where the fuck do you think someone in this town would get a bomb from?
*Mitch flicks open the lid, discovering a pepperoni pizza inside*
Mitch: Ok, what the hell?
*As the teens are distracted with the pizza, the back door of the house clicks open as a shadowy figure picks the lock*
Zoe: No way in hell are we eating that
Hoop: After the Mayor, yeah, I agree…
*Mitch picks the pizza up, walks over to the trash can, and tossing the entire box in*
Mitch: Shame, actually looked kind of nice!
*The teens return inside the house just as the figure begins the release of gas in the kitchen. Covering their mouth, they quickly flee out the back door again, tightly closing it behind them. The teens unknowingly head upstaris as the ground floor fills with transparent gas*
Kimberly: That was weird…like really, really weird
Mitch: Maybe the pizza guy delivered to the wrong house?
Kimberly: I was thinking more so that Piza Pizza closed in 2015, it was one of my favorite restaurants in this town so I remember it well…I still miss the cheese they used, I never figured out what it was…
Camila: Someone’s playing with us, clearly
Mitch: It could have just been a prank?
Camila: Let’s hope it was a prank and nobody’s watching us
*Another awkward silence falls over the room as they once again think of what to do*
Zoe: I’ll go check on Noah…
Camila: Not alone. I’m at least coming with you…
*Zoe and Camila exits the room, running down the stairs. The remaining teens decide to turn on Waterpark Shark, and only after ten minutes seem to notice the pair’s absence*
Hoop: They’ve been gone for like…a long time…
Kimberly: Ugh, they missed the best kill of the movie I feel sorry for them
Mitch: Should we…I don’t know, check?
Kimberly: Maybe they made up and are now having a threesome with Noah in the basement!
Hoop: Or the person that killed the Mayor broke in and murdered them…
Mitch: Fine, I’ll check…
Hoop: I’ll come too, if something’s down there you need two people…
Kimberly: Bitch, I am NOT staying in this room alone…
*The three teens begin descending the stairs, not noticing Zoe and Camila collapsed in the next room over*
Mitch: You smell that?
*As Mitch says this, Hoop holds his head in his hands*
Hoop: I’m feeling…really drowsy actually
*Kimberly’s eyes go wide as she hears Hoop say this*
Kimberly: No fucking way…I’m out!
*She suddenly runs for the front door, busting it open and sprinting outside, running past the shadowy figure waiting in the bushes. It doesn’t chase after her, leaving Kimberly running alone in the night*
Mitch: Camila! Camila!
*Mitch starts shouting for his sister as he falls to the floor, meanwhile, Hoop passes out next to him*
Mitch: Kimberly? Kimberly is that you?
*Mitch fights to see a figure walking toward him. As he looks up to their face, he sees nothing but a gas mask*
Mtich: No…
*The figure stands over the four teen’s unconscious bodies. Starting with Camila, they pick them up, dragging them out of the house and into the unknown…*
~~~~~
*Kimberly, having run to the police station, starts furiously banging on the door*
Kimberly: Hello? Is anyone in there? Hello?
*Walking over to the window, she peeks inside, seeing the lights on, but nobody home, and the door locked*
Kimberly: Fuck…fuck…FUCK!
*Grabbing her phone, she desperately tries to turn it on, but realises it’s completely dead. Panicked now, she runs over to the nearest house she sees, again deciding to bang on the door. Nobody answers*
Kimberly: WHY THE FUCK DOES NOBODY LIVE IN THIS TOWN?
*Spotting a jeep coming down the road with a German Shepherd sticking it’s head out of the window. Flagging the car down, she quickly opens the door, seeing it is being driven by Zach Pine*
Zach: Who the heck are you?
Kimberly: My friends…there was a gas leak! The police aren’t there, my phone is dead…
Zach: Alright…are you ok?
Kimberly: I’m absolutely fine…my friends just need help…
Zach: I’ll call 911, then drive you to the hospital!
*As Zach starts dialling the number, his German Shepherd Zeus lays beside Kimberly and starts rubbing his head against her arm. After finishing the call for the ambulance, Zach begins driving Kimberly to the hospital, the jeep leaving the scene just moments before the lights go off in the police station…*
~~~~~
*Camila wearily opens her eyes, being met by quite a bright light above her. Sitting up, she looks around, first noticing the dank grey walls and concrete floor, then her unconscious brother next to her. On the other side of the room, Hoop opens his eyes to see Zoe lying unconscious behind him. Camila looks up to a CCTV camera watching them from the corner of the room*
Camila: Where…where the fuck are we?
*She looks over to Zoe, then to her brother who is starting to wake. Finally she notices Noah silently sat in the corner of the room*
Camila: Noah, where are we?
*Noah shakes his head in visible confusion*
Noah: I was…in the basement, then someone came down…I thought it was one of you, but they put some kind of gas mask over my head and I just…don’t remember anything that happened next*
*Zoe finally starts to wake up, and the five suddenly start realising the severity of their situation*
Mitch: What…is happening?
*As the teens begin to get their bearings, a voice suddenly comes from a hidden speaker somewhere in the room. The voice is deep, having been disguised by a voice changer*
???: Welcome. Five of you are here in my basement, here to atone for your sins
*An increasingly nervous Zoe finally shouts at the security camera*
Zoe: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
???: Consider this the cleansing of your sin. Placed directly on the shelf behind you there is a single hammer. You have got two choices. You will either sacrifice one of your own, or you will all starve to death in here, together. The choice is yours to make
*The voice cuts out, leaving the teens alone in the room. A moment of silence falls over the group, all eyes turned to the shelf with a rather large hammer lying on it. For a moment, everyone is still…until Camila begins marching toward the hammer*
Mitch: Camila…what are you doing?
Camila: I’m not starving in here, and I’m not dying today…
*As she runs to grab the hammer, Zoe, Noah, and Hoop silently slide to the back of the room*
Mitch: How could you…turn on us so fast?
Camila: Not on us, I’m turning on them…
*Camila scans the other three with her eyes, as if she were choosing a lobster from a seafood restaurant*
Zoe: Camila…you don’t have to do this, this is a test, there’s got to be another way!
Camila: I’m sorry…
*As Camila starts running at Zoe, she screams, jumping out of the way as Camila’s hammer slams into the wall. Chaos quickly ensues, while the lights start to flicker, everything suddenly going black…*
Gordie: Which is also from your parents…admit it, you’re just not that good at anything…
Heidi: Alright you non-life, basement-dwelling, coke-snorting, overweight, ugly fucking freak, I have achieved more in my life than you ever will, and I’m sorry you can’t see past my X Chromosomes to understand that!
