Script ChangeEnter, pursued by a monster.
As usual. It’s an old, old dream.
The Girl runs endlessly through the night-forest set, all lipsticked scream, hair flying fetchingly. High-heeled scamper in a curve-tight dress, painted eyes a-roll, cute t**s a-bounce. Hopeless flight in moving mid-shot. Hopeless shrieks in stereo. Typical.
Standard Victim, grade A, no. 1,783,949, throwaway model.
Close enough behind lopes/lurches/ shambles/slobbers The Monster, radiating his full portable supply of Menace. He’s in fine form tonight. In fact, he’s in several forms. Mask-change, shape-shift, he runs through all the Classics: Vampire, Wolfman, Frankenstein, Mummy, a Zombie or two, a couple versions each of Mr. Hyde and the Phantom of the Opera. Next, the Nuke-Giants: oversized ants, grasshoppers
