Luci Olivia Fitzpatrick - Screenwriter

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EXT. FOREST - DAY A low mist rolls through ancient trees with thick trunks. The dense canopy dulls any noise from beyond the forest. SUPER: Isle of Man, 1705. TWO BLACKBIRDS flutter by. They swoop low, land together on: -- A DECAPITATED HEAD. Days old, congealed at the neck. Nearby lies TALDA (30s), her muscles bursting from under her war town armour. What hasn't killed her has definitely made her stronger. Talda awakes with a SHARP GASP. The blackbirds scatter. She pushes herself up to her knees and SPITS out dirt. With a frown, she checks around her - where the hell is she? Unsure, she reaches for her BATTLE AXE but freezes at: -- A WOLF. A snarling beast of matted fur and sharp teeth. Talda's eyes scan the trees for its pack. TALDA You alone? She follows its gaze to 'the head', raises her eyebrow - TALDA (CONT'D) You hungry? -- The Wolf GROWLS but Talda shakes her head - TALDA (CONT'D) Any other time, I would. But I gotta get paid on this one. She slowly reaches into her pouch, holds up a morsel of cured meat. She finds her feet, no sudden movements. She HURLS the meat into the distance, between trees. The Wolf BOLTS, chasing after it... disappearing into the mist.
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