84.INT. CELLAR – CONTINUOUS They descend slowly from the wooden staircase. DAVID Why are you afraid of rats? TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re just walking furballs. Nothing more. CRAIG Wrong my friend. Rats are disgusting, plague-ridden sons of bitches that dwell in shitty water. In fact, rats shouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even be in this [cent fucking world, they have no purpose to co-exist with humanity. Makes me squirm just thinking about those nasty fucks – WE HEAR AN EERIE GROAN, a deep, low sound of misery. DAVID Shhh! – SomeoneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s down here. Off the staircase, they see the cellar in complete disarray. The place faintly lit by a lantern. In a darkened corner lurks a shadow hunched over the ground on all fours, facing the wall. It catches their attention. The shadow feeds on something, as a soft splashing noises emits from it. IT STOPS. The shadow rises slowly, it looks over its shoulder – – partial light uncovers its partly torn face, that exposes too many teeth on the side of its mouth. Both Dave and Craig are speechless, they move towards the staircase, still looking on. . . The shadow picks up an item from the floor – A rusted machete – its scrawny hand clutches the handle tightly. CU- ShadowÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes. They shift into a glowing white. Craig and Dave move up the staircase, deeply petrified. CUT TO: 85.INT. BACKROOM/GAS STATION – CONTINUOUS David shuts the trap door as Craig exitÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the backroom. David, about to exit the backroom – Craig moves back, collides with him. Looming over the doorway is THE WOMAN CORPSE, she has on a white, blood-stained dress. Her misshapen head lolls back and to the side, cruelly exposing the mauled flesh of her throat. She stares ominously with her white glowing eyes – A DARK LIQUID PURGES FROM HER MOUTH – it lands on CraigÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s leg – he screams in pain. CRAIG Ah!, fuck! The black liquid eats through his clothes and flesh. The woman corpse closes in – she opens her mouth widely, part of her jaw unhinges. David sees this – reaches for the revolver in his jacket. . .