A twig. Behind him.
He scrambles on his elbows as the Piggy shakes off the broken shaft like a splinter.
But when he turns back—
He’s not hunting for sport. He’s hunting for tomorrow .
Marcus blinks. He looks down at his hands. - THE HUNT - Piggy Hunt Script
A sound. Low. Guttural.
No transponder.
Marcus whips his head around.
GRUNT.