- The Hunt - Piggy Hunt Script -

The Piggy is inches from his face. Its good eye reflects Marcus’s own terrified expression.

Its head cocks. Ears swivel.

His heart hammers. He scans the clearing. The ferns are still. Too still.

He thinks it ate more.

The sky is a bruised purple. Rain hasn't fallen yet, but the air tastes of metal and ozone.

He tightens his grip on the spear. Turns. Slowly.

The Piggy lowers its head to root.

Marcus raises the spear. His breath slows. He remembers a trick from an old hunting guide: Wait for the exhale.

GRUNT.

Marcus blinks. He looks down at his hands. - THE HUNT - Piggy Hunt Script

The spear sinks into its shoulder—not the heart. The Piggy SCREECHES—a sound like grinding metal and infant cries.

A spotlight sweeps past. Then another.