Ren Faire vs. Aliens - Act 2

All right, before we start, I want everybody to look
up here and say table read Renfair versus Alien Ready
to go?
Jay, Renfair Versus Aliens are two. When eighteen year old
Zoe Winter signed up to participate in the Hillsboro Renaissance Fair,
the last thing she expected was an alien invasion. But
following the gruesome death of the Renfair's King, Zoey has
been crowned queen. Now sealed inside a massive force field
with the aliens, she and a handful of Renfair weirdos
are humanities last home. When we left our heroes, a
special ops commander Katrina Cook had begun to orchestrade a
military attack with the help of Mark Winter, Zoe's dad. Meanwhile,
inside the force field, the fair's jester Quinn, discovered what
might be their only link to the outside world. Interior
Park Service building day in the re enactors makeshift base
Zoe's crush Doug Hammer's boards over a window. As Zoe
looks on, Bridget, a tracksuit wearing pragmatist in her thirties,
slips in through the door carrying a big tray.
Good news everyone, Turkey lights for all.
Also good news.
I didn't see an human remains that looked like Quinn
less great news.
There were a lot of human remains.
Turkey guy, fake tattoo, lady, the dude with the snakes.
They're all dead.
She sets it down on a table.
I think a little bit of Turkey Guy's ashes fell
in here, but it's probably fine.
She picks up a turkey leg and takes a bike.
Mmm off.
Doug brushes his hands. Fortifications complete, Doug, great job.
Maybe there was a carpenter in a past life.
Yeah, like Jesus.
Maybe no one responds.
Because he had those great.
Abs.
Zoay's best friend Ben stands nearby with a javelin pasthetic.
I'm sure you can't wait to lose our bet just
so you have an excuse to smooch Doug.
The bed is an old of Quinn dies too morbid.
Knock on wood.
The door bursts open, and Quinn, decked out head to
toe in a jangling Jester costume, stumbles in, out of breath,
brandishing a gun.
Misty.
He drops to one knee. Bridget swiftly confiscates the gun.
Thank you, my queen.
H a raven from the outside world, but those a
creatures everywhere?
A beat? What Frustrated, Quinn tries to mind the transponder.
A raven a message.
Quinn, it's okay if you have to break character and
just totally let loose what's on your mind.
Quinn turns to him, a fleck of madness in his eye.
Paganetto says, ner, but never break character.
Jesus Christ. He beckons Zoe urgently for the queen's eyes.
Quinn, I'm not a queen.
He bolts back out the door.
Damn it.
Zoe grabs his spear and heads towards the door.
I'm coming with you, fine, Bridget, you're in charge, I guess.
Don't let anything happen to Doug.
Quinn, Ben, and Zoe leave. Bridget and Doug look at
each other for a moment.
I can take care of my stuff.
A plank falls off the window, narrowly missing him. Exterior
ren Fair Lane day. The stalls are smashed up and smoldering. Zoe,
Ben and Quinn sneak down the path.
Well there it too high him cool.
A pod buzzes about the field. Not far off. They
duck behind a stall.
Fiends would that I could drive ye back to the
bowels of Hades myself.
Another pod heads into the woods in front, clearing their way.
Quinn makes a break for it and the other two
follow exterior parking lot Day Stealthily, they creep into the
parking lot. Quinn points to the cruiser.
The raven Highness a channel to the world beyond the wall.
The radio chatters away.
Oh okay, I get it now.
Quinn grabs the transponder.
Brave Commander canst hear me over.
Crackle dagonetto howkbrog. I'm receiving you loud and clear.
I have brought unto thee our Sovereign Queen. I present
her now.
Over He beckons Zoey in and hands her the transponder.
Sounds good.
Hi, who's this?
Interior Police station Day continuous Sheriff Schwartz and Deputy Brunel
stand nearby. Is Commander Cook, an authoritative woman in her fifties,
talks into the radio.
Oh, thank Christ, you don't all talk like that. Oh
my name is Katrina Cook. I'm the commander of the
Special Forces in Hillsborough. You are the queen.
Intercut zoe Commander Cook. Zoey looks around. Quinn nods enthusiastically.
Ben gives her a thumbs up.
I guess then I'll be communicating with you while we
figure this situation out.
Listen, theester told me about your father. I'm sorry.
Oh he wasn't my real father. He just played him
in the fair.
Never mind that.
Zoe's dead, Mark Winter is nearby, he rushes up to
the radio. Is that Zoe, Dad? I hold up, cub Dad.
There's a crash from the woods not too far off,
and the humming of an alien pod.
We can't stay.
Here, Zoe.
Does anyone there have a cell phone?
No, they all got destroyed. This is our only form
of communication.
We need to keep this channel open.
Is there a way we could get this car back
to the park service building.
Can't start it without attracting attention, and there's no way
we'll be able to push it up through the field
without being spotted.
Mikayla, a ren Fair knight who didn't make it one time, Hoops.
Make it.
It's a different movie. Mikayla, a ren Fair knight who
didn't make it on time, jumps in, Zoey.
It's Mikayla. Sorry I was late this morning. I just
really hung over.
I assumed there's a background up to the park service
building used it to load.
In the gear last night.
Zoe stands up and looks around.
It goes off the far corner of the parking lot.
There's a sign that says, Zoey spots it.
Staff only got it.
You're doing a great job, Zoey staying alive.
Counte.
I just want to say. He searches for the right words,
but finally lamely.
If you see any aliens, you just tell him you
need some space.
A pause. The others look at him.
Okay.
Dad Cook looks over the aerial photographs following the road.
Looks like that road should lead you right there and
turn off the radio.
Then check in once you made it?
Got it?
She shuts off the radio. Quinn hunts around in the
pile of ashes, then holds up the key. Zoe takes it,
puts the car in neutral. They take a deep breath
and start pushing the car towards the service road. Exterior
park service road day, a rough track through the woods.
They struggle, sweating, pushing the car as fast as they can.
We should have brought more people.
Maybe if someone had been playing themselves instead of fucking Hamlet,
we'd have known it was a car and not a
raven a buzzing sound from down the road behind them.
Come on.
They push hard air exterior park field day. They reach
the edge of the woods. It's only one hundred yards
to the garage of the park service building, but it's
a cross open field. They pause, devils. There are half
a dozen pods buzzing around the field before them. No
way through.
We can push it off into the woods.
Here buzzing grows louder behind them. Down the road, the
other pod is catching up.
There's no time.
There's a glint in his eye. Zoe catches his hand.
Don't do anything stupid, Sorry, Zoe.
He starts running into the open field.
Hey ass off.
The POD's spin to face him a beat. Then they
bear down, converging on his location suburb Quinn starts forward, distraught.
Zoe claps a hand over his mouth out in the field.
Ben wheels away and vanishes into the woods. The pods
race after him into the trees. Zoe heaves the cruiser forward.
Benjamin, he's stupid.
He should have kept his head down.
Oh why why cruel goods pushing the car the driver's
side door, Quinn beats the steering wheel tearfully.
Jesus Quinn drop the stick.
Must it always be the young and beautiful them.
He hits the wrong part. The siren goes off and
lights flash. Another pod rounds the building.
Counts.
He turns it off, but too late. The pod is approaching.
Quinn heaves the car closer to the garage door, but
there's no time. Cursing, Zoey grabs her spear from the
back seat, the pod races forward, weapons ports glowing. Zoe
hurls the spear with all her might. It flies truth
that bounces off some invisible shield before hitting the craft.
Sh She leaps aside, barely dodging a blast from the
alien weapon. Bridget and Doug rush out of the park
service building. Bridget brandishes an axe and shield. Doug takes
aim with his bow and looses an arrow, but it misses.
The pod wheels around for another pass. Zoe scrambles to
her feet and charges back toward the building. Doug looses
another arrow, but it bounces off the shield. A near
miss from the pods and Szoe flying it bears down
upon her. Doug reaches for his last piece of ammunition,
only to pull out the broken, headless arrow. He knocks, draws,
takes aim and as the pod is about to obliterate,
Zoe looses the arrow goes straight into the weapons port.
There's a screech and thump from the pod, and smoke
starts pouring out. They watch in astonishment as the pod
veers out of control. It crashes past Doug, hurling him
into the wall, then runs smack into a nearby tree
and crumples to the ground. Zoe turns. Zoe runs to Doug.
He holds out his hand to her.
Does he we do good?
Zoe strokes his face.
Bull's eye Zoe, before I die, tell me tell my
TikTok followers.
He slumps down dramatically and is motionless. After a moment,
he starts snoring. Stands nearby.
You might have a concussion, so we probably shouldn't let
him sleep.
A metallic scraping. They look over at the pod as
an alien pod pilot ejects itself and stiffly stands upright,
extending its weapon. They draw back. The alien clicks threateningly
at them, preparing to fire. Then a tree branch drops
from above, squarely, knocking it unconscious.
Thanks tree, You're welcome.
Interior Alien Mothership bridge Day A weird alien symbol flashes
on a console. The surfaces are strangely slick. An alien
hand reaches out to touch a button. We don't see
its face. The mothership bulkheads are masses of organic looking ridges.
An eerie breathing sound rasps. The alien captain taps its fingers.
For how are you doing that?
They've holed in the pillory, an absolute photo op staple
of any self respecting rent fair Bridget holds the unconscious
alien in place and locks it tight.
Well shit, there's.
A glowing force field around the alien's head. She taps
it with a spoon. It bounces off. It's the same
color as a sky. Must be some kind of force field.
Zoe lowers Dug onto a pile of costumes. She takes
Doug's sweaty handkerchief from her pocket and dabs his face tenderly,
allowing herself a brief covert sniff before pocketing it again.
You're like a real hero.
Zoe winces and dismisses the compliment. So you jacked cruiser beat.
Zoey tosses the broken, sparkling alien gun down on the
table beside the police pistol. Yes Interior park Service garage
day Quinn is slumped against the cruiser, muttering to himself, fool.
Some mad thou boo's pizzle, thou boost too. I am
sick when I do look on thee.
He looks up at himself in the side view mirror.
Didst thou really thick that in these jest as vestments
thou could escape thyself?
Thy stepmother was right, thou should just grow up.
The door opens and Zoe enters. Startles. Quinn tries to
play it cool.
Well, daggon it.
Something something.
No word on the radio.
Quinn gestures to the transponder.
The the is dead.
Your majesty call me Zoey. Quinn dagonetto your grace, please highness.
Quenn, my queen, Quen, I cannot.
Sooey looks at him.
All right a beat.
Forgive me, my queen. She pats him on the shoulder.
I'm honestly impressed at your commitment.
Better to be a hero in fantasy than of failure
in reality.
Too real. He avoids her eye.
Gesture A queen and a stolen police car. We'll laugh
about this one day.
They don't laugh. Interior Park Service building day continuous. Doug
is still out. Bridget kneels down next to him and
looks into his unconscious face. Hmm, so pretty. She starts
slapping him.
Wake Wake up.
He opens his eyes groggily and looks straight into the
face of the alien captive, who's also just waking up.
I was.
You were perfect. He ailed it. Should we do it again? Hm, hmmm,
so pretty. She starts slapping him.
Bake up, Doug, Wake up, Doug.
He opens his eyes groggly and looks straight into the
face of the alien captive, who is also just waking up.
He screams, Interior Park Service Garage Day continuous, or.
Well I'll be dead.
They hear the screams from the other room. Zoe Zoey
rushes for the door. Interior Park Service Building Day continuous.
Bridget and Doug are standing around the alien, which spits
and jabbers at them. Zoe and Quinn join them.
Quiet, Quiet, can you understand us?
It makes a few more unintelligible noises.
Shall we put it out of our misery?
She brandishes the gun.
Good queen, if I may have.
Your leave Behind them, the alien lowers its head and
taps its suit, initiating some sort of sequence. A glowing
panel on its chest starts pulsing.
Twould be poor form in faith to inflict such sport
on a prisoner.
Be he of our world or nay.
The alien is silent. The panel pulses faster.
We are not monstrous nor petty children. We can finally
show those who'd doubt us that we are heroes, indeed
brave and wise.
And it may be that he provides some use for
us before the game is done.
Either we conceive him not yet still, I note the
spark of intelligence not far removed from him.
The panel lets out a pin and gives a message
translator calibrator. They all turned to look slowly. The alien
begins to speak, m oh, ye began, wherefore have you
sneered me? A beat?
He have got me?
I shall sit quietly in the corner.
Interior Police Station Day Commander Cook paces frustrated. The drugs
are picking up those little pads all over the place.
Almost looks like they're searching for something. Cook slams her
hand down on the table. Deputy Brunel saves the donuts
as they topple off the edge.
Damn it.
We still don't know why the shield dropped out, but
now it's getting stronger.
Schwartz comes over, drinking his coffee.
Still no response from the medieval guys.
I couldn't tell if you were a drinker.
I think they're Renaissance guys, Sheriff. I want. I went
to the one in Nashville a couple of years ago,
and there.
Was a caveman in a steampunk so I honestly.
Have no idea, Sheriff.
We're running out of time. If we don't get in
there soon. I wouldn't give those poor reenactors a snowballs
chance in.
Schwartz gestures urgently to Mark, who's sitting at an unused
desk nearby, staring off into space. Huh, Sheriff, Schwartz coughs,
how you holding up? Mark? He drains the last of
his mug. Brunel instantly appears with a fresh mug, and
Schwartz swamps it out without even looking me. I'm fine.
You want some coffee, The deputy will get you some.
Hearing this, Brunel bolts, stumbling for the coffee maker. Nah,
I'm okay. I just what's wrong with me, Steve?
It's my fault. Zoe can't accept praise. I've had years
to tell her. I'm proud of her now she's in
danger and I still can't do it. All I can
say is hilarious.
Puns. Hey, it's not easy being a dad.
Come here, big guy. Mark gets up and hugs him.
He sniffles a little.
It's always easier to talk to animals.
Yeah, you, for some reason, just get one of those faces,
don't you worry?
Mark?
Zoe's definitely.
Definitely gonna be fine.
Thanks you. I mean that I know you do. Over
Mark's shoulder, he makes eye contact with Brunel, who gives
him a questioning thumbs up. Schwartz shrugs, I have no idea.
The FBI agent returns and glances at the hugging man.
Oh hey, guys, we're getting pizza.
Any requests hold on please.
Schwartz and Mark are still hugging it out.
Pepperoni Quatro.
Interior Park Service Building Day. Zoe faces off with a
pillaryed alien.
Can you understand me for a south I can Our
technology is beyond compare?
Scoff?
Did you just say, scoff?
Our technology is beyond compare?
Why did you come here?
Fairly?
I'll tell lead play and softly.
Your sphere is ripe and fruitful, and will new bounty
provide on crowded people.
Hey, bro, it's not cool to annex someone's homeland and
take their natural resources.
Now, cats not gain this.
Shall the master plan be complete?
What's the master plan?
Now?
Cats not tricking me?
Once the plan is complete?
And shall the shield ill impenetrable.
Be so it's not impenetrable?
Now pause?
That has tricked me.
The door flies open. They wheel around. Charlie Vu, photographer
from the local paper, stumbles in, slightly singed, still holding
her camera.
You guys are never going to believe.
She spots the alien captive. Oh. She raises her camera
and takes a picture. The flash lights.
Up the room, Mine eyes, Where did you go?
Charlie slumps into a chair, exhausted.
Oh man, all listen to me. You cannot run off
without telling anyone. Okay, you're not the Queen of me.
Zoe starts to respond, but bites her tongue and turns
back to the alien to resume her interrogation. Bridget notices
Charlie's clothing is burnt. WHOA, what happened?
Guys? Can we focus?
Oh?
I got shot a little bit.
I'm find though, guys, check this out. Zoe clenches her
fists and walks toward the garage. Bridget looks over Charlie's
shoulder at her camera. Whoa interior police station day. Empty
pizza boxes are scattered around. Mark sits by himself, a
deeply troubled expression on his face. Sorry, mister Winter, Still
no response from the fair.
We'll keep trying.
How are you.
Holding up Mark's size?
Ooh, I'm okay, I'm just super lactose and doll.
What Why didn't you say anything?
We could have ordered something else?
And post, mister Winter, you just ate six slices. We
were all impressed, but in retrospect I wish you hadn't.
Yeah too, I use bosroom, use the glade. Mark staggers off.
Damn it, we only have one restroom.
The FBI agent rushes in with another print out.
Cod matter, you're gonna want to take a look at
these readings.
Cook gazes at the print out, then looks up sharply. Revelation.
Keep drawing that radio.
Interior Park Service Garage Day. Zoe closes the door behind
her and lets out a stifled scream of frustration. Doug
is sitting in the police car.
Ah, oh, hi, Doug, just coming in to check the radio.
I heard you scream.
Oh, I just remembered a scary movie I saw one time.
I screamed sometimes too.
He adjusts the mirror, practicing.
Mirror side mirror blind spot indicate merge, man.
This would have been such a cool spot for a TikTok.
Vid Z always sits in the passenger seat.
Doug, How are you able to perform in front of
all your followers?
It took me a while, but there's a live button
next to record.
No.
I mean, how are you able to act so naturally
in front of people and get people to listen?
Here before steer. It's kind of an industry secret. But
I put on a persona big and bold and larger
than life. It's not really me, or not exactly. Talking
to people in real life is much harder.
He swivels the mirror to look at her.
Can I bear myself to you, zie?
Uh?
Yep. This is the first time I've had an actual,
real group of friends.
What about all your tiktoks where you're hanging out with
friends at the mall or the bookstore.
Strangers so complete strangers. Sometimes I just start recording and
throw myself into them. I don't even ask, and people
are usually too nice to say anything. All to make
myself look popular, and it works. I'm cool, but real friends,
it hits different. He turns to her, Zoe, I think
you're a great queen.
Doug leans closer. He glances at her lips. He's nervous, hesitantly.
They move toward each other. The radio crackles weirdly, interrupting
the moment.
Did Ren Bear come in?
Are you there, Zoey's not just the transponder.
Yes, this is Zoe.
The force field dome is getting stronger, and we think
it's disrupting the radio.
We might not have much time.
Okay, there was.
A moment about two minutes after the tank fired onto
the dome. It dropped out for a few seconds.
Zoe and Doug look at each other.
That boom this morning was the tank, then two minutes
later would have been.
When the big ship fried Jean.
So maybe when it diverts power to weapons, the shield.
Comes down, the cogs turn.
Okay, so we lure it out, try and get it
to fire again.
I can have troops at the perimeter within the hour.
When the shield comes down, they'll go in and we'll
come out.
We just need a way to get its attention.
I think I have a plan.
I'm glad you're a competent leader, Zoe. It's all on you.
Zoe begins to protest.
But be careful. We don't know what these creatures are
capable of. Don't get too close to any of them.
A beat.
There's something else I should probably tell you.
Cut to Interior Park Service Building day. Bridget tosses the
gun and catches it. The alien struggles against the pillory. Cah,
my hand's too paid, Zoe and Doug enter. Bridget stands
and sidles up to Zoe.
So did you guys make out?
What?
No? No, no.
She strides over to the captive.
Big in bold.
All right, Alien game over. We know everything. The mothership
is what's powering the force field, and when it fires,
it has to divert power in the shield comes.
Down A beat, m a very loan.
I have no idea what that means, but I do
know that these, Charlie, show us your pictures are what's
strengthening the force field.
Charlie brings over her camera and scrolls through the images.
Shots of aliens putting up more antennae. Shots of aliens.
Charlie brings over her camera and scrolls through the images.
Shots of aliens putting up more antennae, shots of aliens
noticing her, shots of brute sorry. Charlie brings over her
camera and scrolls through the images. Shots of aliens putting
up more antennae, Shots of aliens and Charlie brings over
her camera and scrolls through the images. Shots of aliens
putting up more antennae, shots of aliens noticing her, shots
of blurry foliage. As she runs away.
So all we need to do.
Charlie continues scrolling. Suddenly, Wow, dog's eyes go wide. Zoe
looks away quickly.
Whoops, scroll too far.
She snatches the camera back and shrugs, Hey.
Artistic, Everyone gather around. Your queen has a plan.
Yes, Queen Zoey looks at her, appalled.
Don't say that it isn't cool.
She grabs a scroll from a prop bin and unfurls
it on the table. It's a specifically printed old timy
map of ye old Renaissance fair, showing the different areas
of the park.
Everyone gathers saw on me, pay close attention.
Battle music montage. Zoey draws an X over the park
service building, then a circle around the map.
This is us, This is the alien force field.
Doug throws down a pile of weapons. Military troops jog
along the road towards the park Bridgege straps on armor.
Zoey draws an arrow from the Park Service building down
through the field.
This is where I'll ure out the mothership and provoke
it to attack.
Quinn straps a helmet over his jangly jesterre hat. Charlie
Dual wields short sword and camera. Doug beats a sword
in an anvil, sparks fly. Zoey draws another arrow from
the Park Service building to the perimeter.
We need everyone else at the edge of the force field.
When the ship fires, the force field will drop and
everyone will jump out.
The army troops reach the edge of the force field,
a commander signals them to get information. Doug smiths more intensely.
He wipes sweat out of his eyes in slow motion.
Behind him, Zoey washes slap jaw. Quinn blows fire, Bridget
cocks the gun dramatically. Zoe slams a dagger down onto
the map.
We'll get you all out of here. I'm going to
show these bastards who's boss.
And Montage Interior Police Station day. The police station is
a flurry of activity. Cook gives orders to the FBI
and special ops agents running about.
Get a fully rigged holding vand there immediately. I want
it on the ground with Alpha unit. After all these years,
if we could finally get a live sample.
The radio crackles.
Human headquarters.
Come in Schwartz and Brunel sitting by the radio wave.
Cookover, Zoe, you don't have to call us that we
know we're human.
Intercut Zoe, Commander Cook, I'm sending.
My people to the perimeter.
What about you, Zoe hesitates, Is my dad there?
No, he ate a lot of cheese and he's been
in the bathroom for an hour. We've had to send
our people next door to the mini mart.
Zoe nods affectionately.
That's him, all right.
Sounds like a case o lactose intolerance.
A beat.
What I'm staying behind? Are you sure? Why not send
one of your expendables. You're in charge, after all.
Being queen means taking responsibility.
This is my fight, fair enough, but don't take any
more risks than you have to listen to me.
Stay away from the mothership.
I'll try and lose it after it fires, Hopefully I'll
be able to find your troops.
I'll let them know. God speed, Zoe. Hey, that's Queen
Zoe to you.
She hangs up the transponder. Thanksterior Park field day. The
sun is going down as the Renfair troops assemble on
the field of bat On. The area is clear of drones.
Zoe is at their head holding a battle axe. She
stares out to where the mother ship lurks hidden from view,
then turns to address the troops.
Sorry, I'm not sure what to say. I'm not really
good at speeches or whatever.
But whelmed with battle fury, the rest chime in their
various canons almost simultaneously.
Please be quiet.
Look, these bastards invaded our reinfare and trapped us in here.
Well we're gonna show them.
Yeah, yeah, show them by running away that.
That is true.
She has nothing to follow that up with. Places Everyone
Queen grabs her by the sleeve.
Noble Queen, ask not us happy few to leave thee
in the moment of valor. What if we tried something else?
I could not live knowing I had deserted thee.
He glances back. Bridget is already heading for the woods.
Quinn starts to lose his resolve.
This is the best plan. Only one of us has
to stay behind. You should go tis well.
He books it. Doug comes up, an earnest look on
his face. Zill She turns to face him. He reaches
out and touches her arm.
Thank you.
He flees as well. Zoe takes a deep breath and
continues forward. She steps through the bones and ash the
remains of Gene and his horse. Ahead is her goal,
the alien antenna. An exterior field outside Hillsborough Day. The
army units are in place. A lieutenant speaks into a
walkie talkie.
All units in place, ma'am awaiting opportunity to enter the
occupied zone.
Interior Police Station day continuous. Cook talks into her laptop.
Be you ready, lieutenant.
Exterior Parkfield Day continuous. Zoe stands before the antenna. The
thing beeps and hums. She lifts her ax and brings
it down with all her might. Exterior Woods, Day continuous.
The re enactors run through the woods. They hear the
echoing bang of metal on metal and look up fearfully
at the sky. Interior Alien Mothership Bridge Day continuous. The
gloomy interior of the mother ship. Weird shrill alarms echo through.
Saty one.
Captain, it looks like it's under attack.
Solely raise the ship to defend it. Good ship is away.
The alien mouth grins malevolently. Exterior Parkfield day continuous. The
antenna falls to the ground and lies crackling and smoking.
Zoey looks up triumphantly, waiting for the mothership to rise.
Exterior Wood's Day continuous. The re enactors plunge on through
the woods, but one by one they stop short, staring ahead. Horrified.
Buzzing fills the air. Exterior Park Field Day continuous. No
mother ship. Zoe is growing concerned, shouts from behind her.
She wheels Doug bursts out on the opposite side of.
The field Zoe pods.
The other reenactors rush back out of the woods. A
dozen alien pods are hard on their heels. Bridget flings
the gun at one for a moment. Zoe watches in horror,
then she starts running back toward the park service building.
Come on.
The other reenactors draw level with her, but the pods
are closing in like a mate. Zoe flings her axit one,
but once again it bounces harmlessly. Off an invisible shield.
They duck in a weave through alien projectiles. Zoe lifts
her head to look in front, only to see a
half a dozen alien craft blocking their bath dead end.
She starts, Oh Richard wants.
The pods pivot towards.
Him, though sickening boil low carbuncles.
Quinn realizes he has bitten off more than he can chew.
As the pods gather speed, he stares into the face
of certain death, bearing me lentlessly down on him. Just
when it seems that all is lost.
What's gone?
Look to these now?
The filthy, crazed, ragged figure of Ben bursts out nearby,
leaps into the air, and sends his javelin straight into
the weapons port of the closest pot. Instantly, smoke pours
out of the craft and it spins off straight into another,
which crashes into another, and like dominoes, they cascade across
the field. The path is clear, God damn aliens. A
rogue shot explodes the turf by Doug's feet, sending him flying.
Bridget pulls him up and they stumble on. Charlie hesitates,
she turns to take a picture. Bridget grabs her and
barrels onwards. Did quick break yet, so he takes Ben's hand,
you fucking asshole. They run together. To be continued