EXT. WOODS. NIGHT.
It’s dark. Eerily still.
A figure moves through the woods--running hard.
There’s HEAVY BREATHING. A SNAP.
The figure stumbles against an immense tree.
The moonlight illuminates a woman--KAREN--with dirt smudged on her pale face and leaves caught in her red hair. Her clothes are disheveled--torn.
She clutches a large handgun in a shaking hand.
Leaning against the tree she takes a few deep breaths to steady herself.
There’s a movement in the woods behind the tree--a soft rustling.
Karen stiffens, listening intently.
The rustling sounds again, closer this time.
Karen whirls around the tree, alert and silent.
She raises her gun--hands steady, eyes hard.
A SHOT resounds.
CUT TO BLACK
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