- The Hunt - Piggy — Hunt Script

He wasn’t the hunter.

He looks up at the sky through the canopy.

Marcus stabs.

MARCUS (40s, gaunt, with the thousand-yard stare of the long-hunted) crouches behind a moss-eaten log. His knuckles are white around a crudely sharpened spear.

The Piggy snuffles the earth. It’s ten yards away. Then eight. - THE HUNT - Piggy Hunt Script

Marcus breathes out —

GRUNT.

Marcus blinks. He looks down at his hands.