SOMA | The Meme Dump
Levon Monk?
Levon is startled. He stays hidden in the grass. Through the haze of mushroominduced lens flares, he sees a shadowy giant, lumbering toward the camp like a Sasquatch. Levon panics. He crawls on his belly back to the dog pack. He unleashes a large bloodhound.
LEVON
Oh, man. Oh, frig! Oh, fuck. Sick 'em, Jethroe!
The bloodhound dashes towards the intruder.
Levon digs in his backpack. He removes a slingshot and a bag of ball bearings.
As the bloodhound closes in on the stranger, the man stands his ground. Sensing his confidence, the hound stops and excitedly sniffs at the man’s shoes. The stranger leans over and scratches the dog behind the ear.
STRANGER
Eh, boy? Where’s your master?
Levon rolls on his back and loads a ball bearing into the sling shot.
He pops up from grass and fires recklessly. The metal ball streaks through the air, hits the stranger in the thigh. The stranger squeals with pain and collapses awkwardly to the ground.
Levon jumps up and fires again. Dust is kicked up by the shot a few inches from the stranger’s head. The stranger rolls into the fetal position, shielding his face. He points his legs and buttox in the direction of the sniper.
STRANGER
Ah, fuck! Hold your fire! I’m a civilian, bro! Cool out! You’ll hit your dog!