The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other
Dude 1 kicks open the door. Several bullets start flying. Dude 2 falls to the ground dead. Dude 1 looks at The Boy and shoots him in the stomach. The Boy falls to the ground

He wasn't dead yet. And he didn't want to be. He didn't want to die like this
Dude 1 approaches The Boy and kneels next to him as he's coughing up blood


DUDE 1: Why are kids these days flipping off my billboard?

The Boy didn't know what the hell he was talking about. At this point, he found no reason to ask. Dude 1 kept going on anyway as if he saw through The Boy's face


DUDE 1: He wasn't lying. We have been watching you for a while. Well, I have at least. If it helps you out a bit, I'm not a cop or anything. My name is Roscoe


?no? roscoe's wetsuit?

The Boy gives Roscoe somewhat of a [NO MOUTH EMOJI]. The most you could do when you've been shot


ROSCOE: You had to have known this was going to happen. You're here asking about me. But you've known me. I've been a part of you ever since you got off that bus during summer camp. It's a shame that you only realize me now when it's the end


Roscoe smiles whole-heartedly to reveal a gold molar. He points his gun at The Boy's head and shoots. Right when the bullet comes into contact with The Boy, Roscoe collapses on top of him