Game Six

[Heather, taking a piss.]

"Yup, and I hope those dead things don't think like you, if they do, we are so screwed. "

"I feel like Little Red Riding Hood haunted by that evil wolf... let's go i guess".

[Tweek]

DAN grabs Smith by the collar and gets right in his face. The man's short temper has reached its end.

"WHERE'S MY MONEY? THERE'S NO MONEY HERE! YOU OWE ME FOR A DEER! AND SAVING YOUR LIVES!"

He pushes the agent out into the road and begins poking him in the chest with his finger as he talks.

"I should have known better than to believe you. You can't trust the feds to ever keep their word. I've wasted enough time and ammunition with you clowns. Forget the money. I'm outta here..."

[Heather, taking a piss.]

"Chill out brother! Smoke this come on!" mr Hippie Ash handles DAN a cigarrette of... something drugy.

The road was very dark by now, you could only see the sun hiding behind them. It was going to be another night in those creepy woods again.

A noise could be heard from the other side of the road. The group looks out to see what happened it.

A group of seven kids taking each other's hand could be seen walking towards them.

"woooo this thing is starting to make something in me... or... are those kids?".

Creepy by the way, and dressed like in old days.

[Tweek]

A loud noise coming up the road --- the roar of an engine. A vehicle is quickly approaching. The children step onto the roadway and stop halfway across. From one direction appears an old camouflage-painted Chevy van, a white-faced black-haired goth girl at the wheel. She is flying up the middle of Black Rock Road at full speed, directly at the line of kids standing in the road.

[Heather, taking a piss.]

(good one Tweek!).

The van turns, and goes directly to a tree.
Between all the turmoil, the group doesn't notice it inmmediately, but the kids aren't there anymore.

"Wooo, hope the gothy is ok".

[Tweek]

The van crashes into a tree and the engine stops. Steam and smoke pour out from under the hood. The group rushes to the crippled vehicle. Goth girl is unconcious at the wheel. There is a blood on the steering wheel and on the dashboard.

There is a cell phone in the van.

[Tweek]

DAN grabs the cell phone and stuffs it in his jacket pocket before anyone can see it. He then checks the injured woman for a pulse. Finding one, he turns to the others.

"Still alive. Too bad she wrecked the van. Our luck just keeps getting worse..."

[Tweek]

The driver is dead from an obviously broken neck. A search of her pockets (by DAN) reveals nothing but twenty dollars in cash and a nail file. DAN turns the key just in case, but the van will not start. The interior of the van smells like beer. The wet paper bag at the dead girl's feet is the source of the smell. All six bottles were broken and spilled in the crash.

[Bad Cat Girl]

Mike stopped the bus.
"I'm not driving another mile until you check the map."
his companion, Danny, chewed absent-mindedly on his gum. "I'm telling you, man, it's just a little further."
Mike put his forheadf in his hands. "The f*** we are! You said that yesterday! Face it, we're lost! This isn't even close to Arkansas!"
Danny looked out the window, spotting the crashed van ahead of them. "Yo, I think someone may need help"
A group groan came from the back of the bus. A large team of cheerleaders in pink and yellow stared upat the two guys in front.
For the past four days they had been on the road, their blonde, red, black, brunette, and single pink-dyed hair unkempt, unprimped, and a mess. Their green, grey, blue, and brown eyes staring at their clueless leader and the driver with hatred.

[Tweek]

DAN steps onto the road to flag down the approaching bus. He waves his gun just to make sure they stop.

[Marco]

"HEY YOU. WE NEED HELP. STOP YOUR VAN"

Smith keeps shouting in hope the bus will stop.

[Bad Cat Girl]

Mike slammed on the brakes, throwing Danny and the cheerleaders forward.
Mike leaned his head out the window.
"What the F***is wrong with you man? I was slowing down!!" he yelled at the man with the gun.
Danny got up, spat out his gum,and unwrapped another peice.
The cheerleaders ducked down in their seats, afraid of the gun nut.

[Tweek]

Danny finds the business end of a rifle in his face. DAN's voice drops to a whisper.

"Get out. I'm not going to say it again..."

DAN has his best poker face on. This is his first carjacking and he hopes his expression doesn't betray the fact that the gun isn't loaded. He wants out of these woods and he's through playing around. Gotta do what you gotta do, he thinks.

[Bad Cat Girl]

"Hey man, if you want a ride all you have to do is ask!"
The cheerleaders in the back waved their arms to tell him not to let the crazy man on board.
Mike popped his gum.

[Tweek]

DAN reaches in through the window and grabs Mike by the shirt.

"I said get out. Or else I'm coming in and bringing my boomstick with me..."

[Marco]

"HEY...DAN...STOP IT. Agent Smith walks to the van.

"Sorry. I'm agent of the FBI and we all must get out of the woods."

Smith fetches his FBI-Mark and hand it to the van-driver.

"We really need to get out here quickly"

[Bad Cat Girl]

"Hey man, that's fine, just get the gun out of my fae and get in."
He opened the door, it creaked open.
The cheerleaders groaned, moving further towards the back.
Mark popped his gun.
"Hey,man," he asked "Since you'recoming on.. what state are we in?"

[Tweek]

The hunter pushes his way to the rear of the bus, letting out a loud fart as he passes by the groaning cheerleaders. Now they REALLY have something to complain about. DAN flops down in an empty seat and cradles his gun in both hands, seemingly immune to the evil stench now filling the entire bus. He stares straight ahead as the others get on and the bus begins to move again.

[Marco]

"We are in the west of Maryland. In the Black Hills."

Marco sits down on the front passanger seat.

"Please get us out here quickly."

[Bad Cat Girl]

Dan closed the door behind them.
Thecheerleaders squealed, desperately sticking their heads out the windows gasping for breath.
Mark choked on his gum, then swallowed it, looking sick.
Dan cranked the gears, and they headed off.
"Okay, Maryland... that means we should go south." said Dan, nonchalantly.
One brunette cheerleader spokeup. "Ican't beleive this! We're Lost! Beyond lost!! we arn't even on the right side of the US! Why are they leading?"
The other girls agreed.. in unison.

[Heather, taking a piss.]

Mr Hippie wakes up:

"Hey dear" towards brunette cheerleader, "Want some weed sweetie? Hey there are sticky figures hanging from the back of the van... cool, how do they call them... oh yeah stickman! And there's a lady following us".

[Marco]

"OH F*CK. STEP ON IT, MAN. GET US OUTTA HERE!!!!"

"Do you have something to throw? A bottle or so?"

[Tweek]

"Hey driver! Step on it! We've got a dead witch tailgating us!"

[Marco]

Smith grabs a bottle of water, standing between him and the driver.

"May I have this bottle? Thanks"

Smith winds down the window next to him and puts out his head.

"Take this you f*cking *itch-witch"

He aims at the person behind the car and throws the bottle, which bursts on the head of the person.

"Yes. Directly hit the mark."

[Bad Cat Girl]

Dan floors it, throwing Mark to the ground.
"Gah, man!" complained Mark, "You made me bite my tongue!"
"you bit your tongue because you're an idiot!" yelled one irate cheerleader.
The bus hit a bump, jostling the entire bunch.
"Well, slow down enough so you don't kill the lot of us!" yelled a black-haired cheerleader.