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(quick context, JAMIE (age 10) is possibly the last little girl on earth.)
INT. FARM HOUSE BACK ROOM-EVENING
Jamie's head rests gently on her folder arms. The single "yip" of a coyote echoes in the silence. Jamie's eyes snap open. Jamie waits a few heart beats, holding her breath. She hears the "yip" again. She is on her feet and running for the front door.
INT. FARM HOUSE KITCHEN-EVENING
Jamie snatches the pump action shotgun from besides the door as she rushes out the door pumping a round into the chamber and yelling...
JAMIE
Oh no you don't you stupid dog! Get away from my DucDucks!
EXT. FARM HOUSE-EVENING
Jamie rounds the corner of house and charges towards the duck coup. There is a spray of gray and white feathers on the ground near the wide open gate of the duck yard. She stops and raises the gun tight against her shoulder. Her finger rests along the outside of the trigger guard. Jamie swivels her head, the barrel of the gun like an extension of her eye, looking for the bandit. In the tall grass behind the barn she sees movement and the tan blur of the beast. She breaths in slowly, holds it, and squeezes the trigger. The boom is deafening, she jacks in another round and fires. She keeps loading and firing, the spent shells, smoking, land softly at her feet. The hammer falls on an empty chamber. She drops the now empty gun, clambering through the wire fence and runs toward the carnage.
EXT. FARM FILED-EVENING
Jamie slows to a walk as she reaches the waist high grass. The narrow animal track bends sharply. As she rounds the bend there is blood and feathers covering the ground, and further along the track, the mangled body of the duck. She runs the last few steps to the little corpse, falling to her knees. Tears streaming down her face...
JAMIE
Oh Smokey, Im so sorry...
(quick context, JAMIE (age 10) is possibly the last little girl on earth.)
INT. FARM HOUSE BACK ROOM-EVENING
Jamie's head rests gently on her folder arms. The single "yip" of a coyote echoes in the silence. Jamie's eyes snap open. Jamie waits a few heart beats, holding her breath. She hears the "yip" again. She is on her feet and running for the front door.
INT. FARM HOUSE KITCHEN-EVENING
Jamie snatches the pump action shotgun from besides the door as she rushes out the door pumping a round into the chamber and yelling...
JAMIE
Oh no you don't you stupid dog! Get away from my DucDucks!
EXT. FARM HOUSE-EVENING
Jamie rounds the corner of house and charges towards the duck coup. There is a spray of gray and white feathers on the ground near the wide open gate of the duck yard. She stops and raises the gun tight against her shoulder. Her finger rests along the outside of the trigger guard. Jamie swivels her head, the barrel of the gun like an extension of her eye, looking for the bandit. In the tall grass behind the barn she sees movement and the tan blur of the beast. She breaths in slowly, holds it, and squeezes the trigger. The boom is deafening, she jacks in another round and fires. She keeps loading and firing, the spent shells, smoking, land softly at her feet. The hammer falls on an empty chamber. She drops the now empty gun, clambering through the wire fence and runs toward the carnage.
EXT. FARM FILED-EVENING
Jamie slows to a walk as she reaches the waist high grass. The narrow animal track bends sharply. As she rounds the bend there is blood and feathers covering the ground, and further along the track, the mangled body of the duck. She runs the last few steps to the little corpse, falling to her knees. Tears streaming down her face...
JAMIE
Oh Smokey, Im so sorry...