Down a Dark Path 13

DOWN A DARK PATH 

©Zig Bingham

A Work in Progress.  First Draft Released as Written Every Wednesday.

Part Thirteen

(Read from the Beginning)

EXT. WAREHOUSE BAD PARTY – CONTINUOUS.

As she leaves the yard and entered the building the strange scene is continued. More people Dancing to imaginary music. Even the DJ is spinning imaginary decks which actually makes her chuckle a little.

One of the guards looks her way as if hearing this little laugh and he steps in her way.

He looks her up and down. Then leans in close as if sniffing her. She notices his slightly glazed eyes.

May tries to hides her fear by playing a drunk bimbo.

MAY
Hey there big guy. Man you are something else.

She feels his arms. He’s emotionless.

And she’s not convinced he’s convinced.

MAY (CONT’D)
You know. If I can’t find my boyfriend I’m coming back to find you.

He smiles and steps aside she gives him googly eyes one last time and she flickers off into the “Party”.

As soon as she is out of range of the big man she resumes her search.

“The Party” isn’t as packed as the real night and the patrons look like they’ve all been at it for a long while. Each and everyone.

She has lost Tommy and she’s worried.

Just then a tall woman in a CRUSTY RABBIT mask walks past her. She May snaps around. Recognising her mask. Or at least it looks like her mask.

With no sign of Tommy she follows the mask as the Crusty Rabbit goes to the bathroom.

WE HEAR a scuffle and moments later May leaves with toilet with the Rabbit mask and heads back out into the yard.

 

EXT. THE WAREHOUSE YARD – CONTINUOUS.

May wanders the yard. Trying not to look suspicious but getting more and more frustrated by the minute.

She has all but given up hope when she see’s someone freaking out and running into the yard chased by guards who catch up then knock the kid over.

May is close when one of the guards bring out a taser and electrocute the kid.
From somewhere unseen a couple of paramedics come over and we can see the guards explaining, the medics shooing them away.

With what seems genuine concern they pick up the lad and take him back to a first aid tent.

May follows knocking into one of the guards.
Eventually the Medics arrive back at the first aid tent and we see it is unusually large for a party first aid tent.

There are three ambulances next to the tent one with it’s doors ope. The other two shut. Another paramedic, SKINNY MEDIC sits on the steps of the first smoking a cigarette.

May goes up to the Paramedic.

MAY
Mind if I bum a fag?

Skinny Medic looks up.

SKINNY MEDIC
Sure.

He offers her a cigarette and May gets a good look inside the Ambulance.

WE HEAR the Skinny Medic trying to chat up May but the sound slowly fades out as May looks around without him seeing like she’s looking around.

The inside is odd, more like a ice cream truck. Shelves of large mason jars almost full line the inside. There is no gurney, just row after row of mason jars.

And they all have something inside them.

Something snakelike. Something moving.

The Skinny Medic interrupts her.

SKINNY MEDIC (CONT’D)
I said whatcha doing later? I get off in an hour you wanna grab some coffee?

May looks at him and at his eyes. Partially frosted over with the same dull cataracts as she has seen before.

MAY
You’re a very smooth talker. You know that. And this is a very good cigarette. How about you go get me a coffee now?

The Medic looks at her.

SKINNY MEDIC
Ok. You want a late? Cappachino?
MAY
Flat white. Where you going to get coffee?

He points to another tent where people are pretending to be in a cafe.

SKINNY MEDIC
Alrighty then.

He gets up and walks off.

May is puzzled, but then this is a strange day.

She edges toward the tent and inside more medics inspect sick people.

 

INT. FIRST AID TENT – CONTINUOUS.

There’s a lot of people here. Some milling around. Some waiting. All looking more than a little peaky.

One of them a female a HARASSED MEDIC rushes up to her and tries to remove May’s mask but May moves around like she’s on speed. The medics eyes are wild but her cataracts are minimal compared to the lad before her.

HARASSED MEDIC
Hi there. You feeling ill too? You’ll have to take a seat we’re really busy tonight. Seems that there’s some kind of bug going around. Take a seat and we’ll get back to you.

May walks into the tent and when the nurse isn’t looking she slips behind the rear curtain.

TALL MEDIC
Yes that’s it drink this. All of it please.

A TALL MEDIC is helping the tripping Kid down a vial of blue liquid, which immediately causes a reaction. The Kid vomits up and then into a bucket which the Tall Medic nearly doesn’t get there in time. To May’s shock she sees something writhing in the boys sick like pale spaghetti or like a many-limbed tentacled creature.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
No. No. No. You mustn’t be behind here. Go back and wait your turn. Please.

The HARRASED MEDIC comes in and tries to pull May back into the waiting area.

MAY
This isn’t the bar, but I was told I could get cocktails here.
TALL MEDIC
Nurse please.
HARRASED MEDIC
Come with me we’ll get something for that headache of yours. Come. Come.

May faux stumbles about

MAY
Where’s my shoes? I swear I left my shoes here?

All the while she’s looking she steals a couple of vials of the liquid. Unseen by anyone but us.

Back in the waiting area May then leaves the tent to the protests of the HARASSED MEDIC but she’s swamped and tries to deal with the mini party going on in her tent.

May edges around the tent and through a crack in the tent she sees the vomit being washed of the creature then being put into a mason jar and labelled. The creature still seems alive the jar is put onto a Tray with four others.

May watches as the Tall Medic walks the Mason Jars out the tent to the open ambulance.

Upon arrival he stomps about angrily looking for someone or something.

TALL MEDIC
Where is he?

The Skinny Medic has disappeared. From his reaction it isn’t the first time.

Tall Medic takes the tray and locks the jars into the ambulance exiting to find Skinny

Medic returning with shit pretending to be coffee but clearly isn’t coffee.

The Tall Medic is fuming.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
I thought I told you. Not to leave the Van unguarded. Didn’t I tell you that? Where the fuck were you? Eh?
SKINNY MEDIC
I had to get some coffee.
TALL MEDIC
This is not coffee.

Skinny Medic doesn’t get it.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
Forget it. Why I have to work in these conditions is beyond me. A proper lab. That’s all I ask for and I get this. Just stay here.

Skinny Medic stays and Tall Medic walks off then almost immediately returns and look straight in Skinny Medics eyes.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
You do not want coffee. You have no desire to move from where you are. You only want to stand guard. Now repeat what I said.
SKINNY MEDIC
You do not want coffee. You have no desire to move from where you are. You only want to stand guard. Now repeat what I said.

Tall Medic seems somewhat happier, but not by much.

TALL MEDIC
Bah. It’ll do.

He leaves.

May watches him as he makes a detour and follows him.

EXT. THE WAREHOUSE YARD – CONTINUOUS.
Tall Medic finds a secluded spot and starts taking a piss.

TALL MEDIC
Can’t even give me a decent bathroom. Why do I put up with this? This is not professional.

He shakes his dick then shakes his fist at the sky.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
You hear me? Not professional at all.
MAY
Who you talking to?
TALL MEDIC
Go back to the party. This is the… the VIP area.
MAY
Who you talking to?

Something within the tall medic clicks like light switch to an old worn out bulb.

TALL MEDIC
You’re awake?

May doesn’t answer.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
(now whispering)
You’re awake? You’re awake.

Something in the man has changed. A look of excitement? Hope?

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
(Loud like someone is listening)
Yes, Yes. I can see you seem to be stuck. Let me do something about that.

The Tall Medic approaches May but not too close.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
(Now very quiet)
Come with me. They’re listening we can’t talk here.

He begins to head off down the yard.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
(aloud for “his audience”)
Come, come. I’ll sort that nasty headache out for you. Come on.

She doesn’t follow immediately but something about his insistence and the way his face has changed convinces her to follow.

 

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