Message #184989

[the Unholy]

21   CONTINUED:

   MIGUEL looks into SARAH'S eyes. He has started to tremble. A
   cry of primal panic is gurgling up in his throat. With a sudden
   move, SARAH slams her RIFLE BUTT into the side of his head with
   all her might. He reels backwards and slams into the boathouse
   wall. His eyes roll but he stays on his feet, still conscious.

   CHICO steps away from his post and stands squarely in front of
   MIGUEL. WHAP! He slugs him with a powerhouse right-cross.
   MIGUEL still stands. WHAP! He slugs him again. WHAP! Again.
   Finally, MIGUEL collapses into the man's arms and CHICO lays
   the limp body down on the deck.

   BUDDABLAM! RATTATATTATATTATATT! THE ENEMY, sensing an upper
   hand, starts FIRING WITH MORE INTENSITY. CHICO steps away from
   MIGUEL and SENDS SOME LEAD BACK their way.

22   EXT. THE PRIVATE DOCK - DAY HOT D

   SARAH is crying. It's not weakness. She's crying for MIGUEL,
   crying for his pain. But she doesn't hesitate in what she has
   to do. She crouches over the BITTEN ARM and raises the MACHETE
   over her head.

   THUCK! SHE CHOPS AT THE ELBOW JOINT with all her strength. THE
   BLADE BITES DEEP BUT DOESN'T CUT THROUGH. SHE LIFTS IT AND CHOPS
   AGAIN AND AGAIN....THUCK! THUCK! Then SHE DIGS AROUND,
   searching for the joint the way she might on a turkey
   drumstick. Finding the spot, SHE PUSHES DOWN WITH BOTH HANDS,
   leaning all her weight on the top edge of the blade. TEARS are
   running down her cheeks when THE BIG KNIFE FINALLY....
   THUMMMPPP!....CUTS THROUGH TO THE DECKING.

   Repulsed, angry, SARAH SWEEPS THE SEVERED FOREARM AWAY WITH
   THE BLADE the way a butcher might sweep away unwanted fat. BLOOD
   IS SPURTING OUT OF THE STUMP at an alarming rate. SARAH has to
   act quickly again.

   While CHICO continues to RETURN FIRE at the enemy, SARAH swings
   herself up onto the sill of the open boathouse window and
   disappears inside the place.

23   INT. THE BOATHOUSE - DAY

   The place is dark and cluttered (oars, bait buckets, fishing
   gear, life preservers, tools, paints, varnishes). SARAH
   snatches up AN AXE HANDLE.

   THE ZOMBIE that bit Miguel lies nearby with its skull laid
   open. Its hand is jogged, startingly, when SARAH grabs A BOTTLE
   OF PAINT THINNER from the floor beside the corpse.

   From out of the shadows...A HAND! It grabs SARAH'S ankle. She
   kicks violently and pulls away. ANOTHER ZOMBIE is crawling
   across the floor. ONE OF ITS LEGS IS MISSING AND THE OTHER IS
   BADLY DAMAGED.

   SARAH draws her .45 and BULLAMM! BULLAMM! SHE PUMPS TWO ROUNDS
   INTO THE CREATURE'S BRAIN.

24   EXT. THE PRIVATE DOCK - DAY

   CHICO ducks the enemy's RICOCHETING BULLETS.

            CHICO
      HEY ! WHAT ARE WE DOIN' THIS FOR? WE
      CAN STICK TOGETHER. WE CAN USE EACH
      OTHER'S GUNS.

   At THE TRAWLER, ONE OF THE ATTACKERS shouts a response.

            ATTACKER #1
      You could use our guns, maybe. We can't
      use yours. Unless you can get yer boat
      back here.

            CHICO
      You got a boat.

            ATTACKER #1
      ****, man. We can drift this tub into
      the bay...tow her around with a
      dinghy...but she ain't gonna get us
      nowhere. Ev'ry boat you see here is
      long dead, soldier...else we'd be long
      gone. Can you get your boat back here?

            CHICO
      I don't know where they went, man. I
      don't know. I swear.

            ATTACKER #1
      Then, like I said...we can't use you.
      We ain't got the food nor the patience
      to put up with you.

   The man FIRES A LONG BURST from his automatic.

            CHICO
      YOU....YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!

   He reaches around the corner of the shed with his own rifle and
   FIRES blind in return. SARAH clambers out through the shed
   windows having wrapped A LARGE PIECE OF CLOTH around the end of
   the AXE HANDLE.

                     (CONTINUES)