The Last Woman (Horror-Gore | Short Film Treatment)

Part 1 

It is twilight dawn. We are approaching from the air a green and blue plateau nestled in a high mountain range. As we get closer we see the green is a vast swamp land encroaching onto a rock creating a sort of divide between blue and black. Large bugs (cockroaches, beetles. dragonflies, etc.) are flourishing in this primordial soup-like environment.

We move over the land until we come to a nest in the tall grass. Two bodies are curled up together. One Is a young fair-looking male. He has a twisted leg. The other is an old grey female with long sagging breasts, thinning hair and down-turned eyes. She Is pregnant.

Her body shudders with a contraction. She sits up. She stands and walks a few feet from the nest. She stops for another contraction. Her water breaks. Blood and amniotic fluid run down her legs into the grass which is as tall as her. 

She walks along a well worn trail, on the waters’ edge. The sun is just peeking over the horizon.

The boy-man is laying in the nest. The sun is midway to its zenith. He, then stands up to look for her. He walks along the path and finds the fluid from her water. He touches it and rubs it between his fingers. He smells it. 

He walks further along the trail making guttural noises to beckon her. 

We see the female breaking an overgrown trail. Blood is still dripping down her leg. She stops occasionally to experience a contraction. The sun is at its zenith. 

The male continues to follow the female, laboursly_because of his foot. 

She is now approaching an area of lake front that is less swampy and more rocky. Large 
blackened logs litter the waterfront. Some of the rotting logs are embedded in the unstable shale, creating dark sharp hills along the steep foothills of the mountains. The insects are becoming more slithery and slimy. The sun is just past its zenith on its way down.


We see the male still following in the newly broken trail. The sun Is half way from Its zenith to its sunset. 

We see the female stop in an open space littered with bones. She lies down and gives birth to a bloody, squalling infant boy with a twisted foot, twisted arm and down-turned eye. She expels the placenta and one last gush of blood. She picks up the screaming Infant and drops it back down into the puddle of red. 

She walks away and sits behind a large rotting log and weeps. The sun is nearing the horizon. 
The male is climbing the sharp rocky landscape. He hears the infant and stops to listen. He walks over to it and looks at it. He picks it up. 

A large rock smashes him in the back of the head. He drops to the ground with the baby still in his hands. 

The female bends over him and picks up the infant. She holds the infant to one of her long breasts and lets him suckle. 

Part 2 

It Is twilight dawn. We are approaching from the air a green and blue plateau nestled in a high mountain range. As we get closer we see the green is a vast swamp land encroaching onto a rock creating a sort of divide between blue and black. We move over the land and come to a nest in the tall grass. 

We see the female nursing the male infant. She pulls him off her breast and hangs him a little way out of the nest so he can crap. 

We see a boy toddler running back and forth along the shore. The female is in the water hunting. She pauses occasionally to pick a leech off her body to eat. She wrestles with a large black eel and drags the eel out of the lake. On shore she guts the eel with a sharp rock, eats part of it and offers pieces to the boy. Afterwards she picks him up and nurses him as she walks back towards the nest. 

The female and now adolescent boy are creeping through the high grass. They are a short distance from each other. Together they track and kill a rat. 

The female is lieing in the nest. The boy-man approaches with several eels over his shoulder. He drops them and kneels down beside the female and begins sucking milk from the female's breasts. She reaches down and strokes his engorged penis. We watch her slowly seduce him and they make long, loving, passionate sex. 

Part 3 
It is twiiight dawn. We are approaching from the air a green and blue plateau nestled in a 
high mountain range. We move over the land until we come to a nest in the tall grass. Two bodies are curled up together. One is a young male with a twisted arm, leg and down-turned eye. The other is an old grey female with long sagging breasts. thinning hair and down-turned eyes. She is pregnant. 

Her body shudders with a contraction. She sits up. She stands and walks a few feet from the nest. She stops for another contraction. Her water breaks. Blood and amniotic fluid run down her legs into the grass which Is as tall as her. 

She walks along a well worn trail, on the water’s edge. The sun is just peeking over the horizon.

The boy-man is laying in the nest. The sun is midway to its zenith. He stretches in the heat, then stands up to look for her. He walks along the path and finds the blood and amniotic fluid. He touches it and rubs it between his fingers. He smells it. 

He walks further along the trail making guttural noises to beckon her. 

We see the female breaking an overgrown trail. Blood is still dripping down her legs. She stops occasionally to experience a contraction. The sun is at its zenith. The male continues to follow, laboriously because of his foot, the female. She is now approaching an area of lake front that is less swampy and more rocky. Large blackened logs litter the waterfront. Some of the rotting logs are embedded in the unstable shale, creating sharp hills along steep foothills in the mountains. The insects are becoming more slithery and slimy. The sun is just past its zenith on its way down.

We see the male still following in the newly broken trail. The sun is half the way from its
zenith to its sunset. 

We see the female stop in an open space littered with bones. She lies down and gives birth to a bloody, squalling infant boy with a twisted foot, twisted arm and down-turned eye. She expels the placenta and one last gush of blood. She picks up the screaming infant and drops it 
back down into the puddle of red. 

She walks away and sits behind a large-rotting log and weeps. The sun is nearing the horizon. 
The male is climbing the sharp rocky landscape. He hears the infant and stops to listen. He walks over to it.and looks at it. He picks it up. 

A large rock smashes him in the back of the head. He drops to the ground with the baby still in his hands. 

The female bends over the male and picks up the infant. She holds the infant to one of her long breasts and lets him suckle. 

She begins to walk back the way she came with the infant in arm. A large rock smashes her head from behind. She falls to her knees, and drops the baby. She struggles against the young male. 

He bludgeons her to death with the rock. 

He staggers to his feet, picks up the infant and walks back towards the nest.

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