The sun hemorrhages red, stretching shadows like skeletal fingers across the pitted asphalt. The air thickens an oppressive silence punctuated by distant cicadas, warning of danger. Gravel crunches underfoot. The road seems to hum, anticipating.
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NARRATOR (V.O.)
"This road doesn’t forgive. Every mile carries a story, a secret, a scar. Tonight, the past and present collide."
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TAWANDA (22), jaw clenched, grips the steering wheel of an old bakkie. Sweat dots his forehead despite the fading heat. Beside him, TARIRO (19), eyes blazing but hands shaking, claves her fingers into the seat.
TAWANDA (low, urgent)
"You know why we’re here. No more running, no more hiding. Tonight, we take back what was stolen."
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TARIRO (breath hitches)
"I’m with you. But what if this road claims us too?"
Her voice unravels the faintest thread of fear. Tawanda’s gaze flicks to the rearview mirror—shadows gather there like ghosts. He kills the engine. The sudden quiet swallows them.
Tawanda pulls out a rusted wrench, its grip worn smooth. Tariro produces a phone, screen cracked but lit a message displayed:
"They’ll never let you talk."
Headlights flicker, distant but deliberate. Tawanda’s head snaps up.
TAWANDA (harsh whisper)
"They’re here."
Silhouettes emerge from the twilight three men, faces obscured by shadows, stance deliberate. The road seems to narrow, funneling them toward a choke point.
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MEN (unnamed, cold-eyed)
They flank the bakkie, blocking escape. One strokes a knife against his thigh. Another spits onto the gravel.
"You think you can undo what’s done? You’re just fuel for this road’s fire."
Tariro inches closer to Tawanda. He pushes her back gently.
TAWANDA (steady, quiet menace)
"We’re not leaving till we bury the lies."
The men laugh a sound like cracking twigs. One lunges. The wrench arcs.
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NARRATOR (V.O., pulsing urgency)
"In the fight for survival, every step is a gamble. But sometimes, to conquer the darkness, you have to walk right into it."
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Blacks out.
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SMOKE AND SCRUFFLE SOUNDS. FOOTSTEPS RETREAT. A MATCH FLICKERS.
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TARIRO (whispered, desperate)
"Tawanda?"
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Silence.
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The camera pulls back. The bakkie’s headlights still glow, illuminating:
- A knife dropped in the dirt.
- A torn piece of fabric caught in the vehicle’s door.
- And further down the road a figure dragging something heavy into the shadows.
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The engine hums back to life. Headlights swing wildly, casting manic shadows.
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TARIRO (into phone)
"He’s gone. They’ve taken him."
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The road stretches, endless. Dark pools swallow the distance.
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NARRATOR (V.O.)
"The deadly road claims its due. But some debts are paid in blood… and revenge."
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and then Add to home screen.