MARCUS (40s, gaunt, with the thousand-yard stare of the long-hunted) crouches behind a moss-eaten log. His knuckles are white around a crudely sharpened spear.
Nothing. Just shadow.
It twists. The spear snaps. Marcus stumbles back, trips over the log. - THE HUNT - Piggy Hunt Script
MARCUS (40s, gaunt, with the thousand-yard stare of the long-hunted) crouches behind a moss-eaten log. His knuckles are white around a crudely sharpened spear.
Nothing. Just shadow.
It twists. The spear snaps. Marcus stumbles back, trips over the log.