PAGE
FIVE – 6 PANELS.
5.1
Wide
panel. We are on the side of a long dirt road in the Australian outback. The
sun is just setting. Two dead bikers lay dead next to their rides. A third
rider, LOBO, stands next to his hands raised high in the air.
This
last remaining biker, Lobo, wears a dirty pair of black jeans, leather biker
boots, a vest top that may have been white a long time ago, but is now a grey
mess with holes in, and a leather waistcoat over the top. A badge stitched onto
the waistcoat bears the symbol of a pichfork. With his arms raised his hairy
beer belly hangs out. The shit-eating grin on his faces reveals that he only
has a handful of teeth left and they are rotten and yellowed.
These
men were/are the Pitchfork Pricks. A biker gang so vile they make the Vikings
look like the Brady Bunch.
LOBO:
Haha.
Well hot damn son.
5.2
Close
up on LOBO. He tongues a gap in between his teeth as he speaks and wipes sweat
off his forehead just above his eye.
LOBO:
It’s
a fair cop mate. Ill bloody give ya that.
LOBO:
I’ll
come along quite like.
5.3
Still
close on Lobo. He is putting a big fat cigar to his lips. Holding a zippo
lighter in the other hand close to the tip as he tries to light it.
LOBO:
Shame
you had to kill me boys. But better them than me though, hey?
5.4
Lobo’s
eyes have gone wide, his mouth a gasp. The cigar and zippo fall away.
SFX:
Bam
bam.
5.5
Full
body shot of Lobo. He clutches at his stomach trying to hold his guts in as blood
pours from the shotgun wound in his torso.
LOBO:
*Wheeze*
5.6

KILLEROO:
Seems
you pissed off the wrong people
Lobo.
KILLEROO
Bounty’s
tripled if I bring you in dead.
Great stuff - told a whole story in just one page! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words, it means a lot.
DeleteTrying to tell a compelling story in just one page is the most fun and challenging concept to work on as a comic book writer,but its such good practise. When I get given 22 pages to work on I'll make every damn panel matter! :)