The End

Tires SCREECH outside. Dude 2 stands up. There’s a small crash outside

Yelling

VOICE: FREEZE!

GUNSHOTS

The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other
Dude 1 kicks open the door. Several bullets start flying. Dude 2 falls to the ground dead. Dude 1 looks at The Boy and shoots him in the stomach. The Boy falls to the ground
He wasn’t dead yet. And he didn’t want to be. He didn’t want to die like this.
Dude 1 approaches The Boy with a smirk on his face and kneels next to him as he’s coughing up blood. The Boy looks up at him

DUDE 1: Why are kids these days flipping off my billboard?

The Boy didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. At this point, he found no reason to ask. Dude 1 kept going on anyway as if he saw through The Boy’s face

DUDE 1: He wasn’t lying. We have been watching you for a while. Well, I have at least. If it helps out the situation at all, I’m not a cop or anything. My name is Roscoe

…no… roscoe’s wetsuit…

The Boy gives Roscoe somewhat of a [NO MOUTH EMOJI]. The most you could do when you’ve been shot

ROSCOE: You had to have known this was going to happen. You’re here asking about me. But you’ve known me. I’ve been a part of you ever since you got off that bus during summer camp. It’s a shame that you only realize me now when it’s the end

Roscoe smiles whole-heartedly to reveal a gold molar. He points his gun at The Boy’s head and shoots. Right when the bullet comes into contact with The Boy, Roscoe collapses on top of him...

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