EXT. FOREST - DAY
The baby was coming. ANNA scrambled through the forest, through tall trees and bushes to get as far away from the cries in the distance. An INFECTED was hot on her trail. She pushed through the searing pain in her belly, taking hasty breaths to stop the stabbing in her side.
She gripped the nearest branch, doubled over in pain. She groaned and grunted, trying to fight the urge to scream but -
ANNA (strained)
Fuck!
ANNA clenched her eyes shut, gripped her stomach, and bit her bottom lip to quiet her bellows, but she heard a far-off shriek and nearing footsteps. Adrenaline kicking in, she ran. She could hear the footsteps grow closer. She checked over her shoulder to find no infected in sight.
As she turned her eyes forward, she tripped and fell, hitting the ground with a smack. With rapid breath, she jolted back up and carried on. The stabbing in her side grew stronger. ANNA let out a grunt to try and contain the noise.
Finally, she made it the forest edge.
EXT. FIELD - DAY
In the distance was a farmhouse. Separating her from it was a field of native grass. The nearing footsteps had weight, crunching fallen leaves and snapping broken branches. The INFECTED let out an echoing howl.
ANNA tore through the field as fast as she could. With each hastily hesitant footstep she made and each gut-gripping scream she let out, the INFECTED followed and matched.
INT. FARMHOUSE - DAY
She busted through the farmhouse front door and scurried to lock it shut. She tried to steady her breath.
ANNA (panicked)
It's me!
ANNA peered into an empty living room taking quick and shallow breaths. She cut around the corner towards the kitchen.
ANNA
Anyone?!
The pain in her belly grew stronger. She hunched over and gritted her teeth in attempt to groan through the cramps. The INFECTED screams were growing closer. She needed to get to higher ground.
INT. STAIRCASE - DAY
She huffed and puffed as she climbed the stairs. When she reached the top of the staircase, she felt something wet pour down her leg. She reached inside her yellow floral dress and touched the dampness. Her fingertips covered in amniotic fluid.
She headed to the nearest bedroom. Her soaked hand fumbled with the doorknob. She used her army green jacket to grasp the knob firmly and enter the bedroom.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
She slammed the door shut behind her, jimmying a desk chair under the knob to secure it. She waddled across the room and steadied herself on the nearest empty wall. The pain had traveled from her side right under her belly and the agony was building power with each contraction. She slid down the wall, sobbing in pain, wiping the sweat from her brow. She tried to breathe through the contractions when suddenly glass shattered from downstairs. The INFECTED shrieks at the top of its lungs.
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Rewrites
FanfictionThis is where I will pool together all my rewrite ideas for movies and TV show episodes that I think could have been better and how I would have written them. Updated list of media I've put my spin on: The Last of Us
