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EXT. RAMSHACKLE CABIN IN THE WOODS - NIGHT
A single car—a faded red pickup truck—is parked outside on a patch of weed-strewn gravel. The sounds of rowdy teenagers come from within the cabin. Wind blows through the surrounding pine trees. There’s a full moon.
INT. RAMSHACKLE CABIN IN THE WOODS
BRITTANY stands outside a ritualistic chalk circle drawn on the floor, holding a worn book. The rest of the cast stand around the single, small room.
JANE: I don’t know about this…
BRITTANY: Oh, come on! Don’t you want to have a little fun? It’s not like it’ll do anything!
DEREK: Don’t be such a wuss, Plain Jane. Loosen up!
STEVE (nervously): Guys… this is exactly what people in a horror movie would do—and they’d die! …Except for one, I guess, but it’s not like I fit the criteria. (gulps) Come on, guys…
DEREK: Shut up, nerd.
JARED: Yeah, nerd!
JANE: Hey! Stop picking on Steve.
BRITTANY: Ugh, you’re just as bad as Steve. Lighten up, Jane! I swear, I’ve done this a billion times and nothing has ever happened. (spooky voice) Though, there was this one time…
Lightning flashes outside, lighting up BRITTANY’s face sinisterly. The camera PANS to the window, where rain is pouring. JARED stands next to the window.
JARED (chuckling): Good thing the roof is holding up.
Lightning flashes again, and the camera CUTS back to BRITTANY who is holding open the book.
BRITTANY: Take your places, everyone!
DEREK: Yeah! Let’s get this party started!
DEREK and JARED step to the edge of the circle, with STEVE and JANE reluctantly following. The cast are evenly spaced around the circle, looking to BRITTANY.
BRITTANY: Now, where was it…
BRITTANY flips through a few pages of the book, revealing horrific illustrations of death and destruction.
BRITTANY (triumphantly): Ah ha! (clears throat) [UNTRANSLATEABLE]
The other cast members flinch and cover their ears. The camera SHAKES and more lightning flashes. Everyone falls to their knees.
Jane (through gasps): Wha— What are— (stronger) STOP IT! STOP—
BRITTANY: [UNTRANSLATEABLE]
STEVE screams, blood dripping from his nose. DEREK passes out, falling partway onto the circle. The lines of the circle glow blue.
BRITTANY: [UNTRANSLATEABLE]
JARED reaches a trembling hand towards BRITTANY. The floor beneath the circle seems to ripple like water.
BRITTANY (thundering): [UNTRANSLATEABLE]
STEVE and JARED fall to the ground, unconscious. JANE starts to crawl away from the circle, shaking. She reaches the wall and begins to edge towards the door. The camera PANS, following Jane.
BRITTANY (thundering): [UNTRANSLATEABLE]
BRITTANY’s eyes begin to bleed. The contents of the cabin fly around the room in a circle and water begins to splash out of the summoning circle.
JANE (faintly): Britt— You— You’re—
JANE is in front of the door, she reaches a trembling hand upwards and unlatches the door. The camera CUTS to the summoning circle as a spiralling torrent of shark-filled water rushes out and into the sky, breaking through the roof of the cabin. BRITTANY is shot up along with it, voice fading. DEREK, JARED, and STEVE are also hurtled upwards, flopping lifelessly. A particularly fast moving shark flies out of the circle and swallows STEVE as they disappear into the sky.
The camera cuts to—
EXT. DESTROYED CABIN IN THE WOODS - NIGHT
JANE is pushed out of the now-open door, riding a wave that beaches her on the gravel next to the faded red pickup truck. She coughs and slowly rises to her feet, supporting herself on the pickup truck. She looks up, the camera PANNING up to follow her gaze, at the massive SHARKNADO where the cabin used to be. BRITTANY is faintly visible, being tossed around in the SHARKNADO.
The camera CUTS to BRITTANY in the SHARKNADO. Her eyes have stopped glowing and she appears to be unconscious. She is surrounded by sharks. A shark flies in from out of frame, biting BRITTANY in half. Blood spews.
The camera CUTS back to JANE. She is staring at the SHARKNADO, slack-jawed.
JANE (hoarsely): Brittany…?
The SHARKNADO begins to move in the direction opposite of JANE. It then swerves to the left, and then to the right. JANE jolts and fumbles the pickup truck door open, grabbing the keys from the sunvisor with trembling hands.
The camera CUTS to a wide view, the SHARKNADO heading one way, and JANE, in the faded red pickup truck, heading in the opposite direction. CUT to—
INT. FADED RED PICKUP TRUCK — DAYBREAK
JANE, sopping wet, drives down the highway with her hands clenched around the steering wheel. She lets out a humourless laugh.
END.