The Saint's Militia

By Ken Cirabisi and Theodore Kamarinopoulos

 

  A group of teenagers go on a camping trip to Black Bear Valley. A haunted place littered with Civil War soldier corpses. They say don’t die in the valley because the dead don’t leave the valley. The teenagers soon find themselves face to face with the evils of that wicked place.

  Enter the Saint’s, a group of military wannabes who go out into the valley for a fun filled weekend of survival training. Panic sets in when they come across a dead body at a campsite. Suspecting one of their own as the killer, they soon find out that they are not alone, someone or something is stalking them.

  A grave injury leads the Saint’s to search for help at a secluded old farmhouse called Krinsky Farm. Urban legends of Krinsky Farm range from Civil War era tunnels used for smuggling weapons for the Confederates to satanic rituals performed by a Krinsky ancestor. There are even rumors of a massive underground meth-lab inhabited by an army of Mole-men. What follows next is a Shock and Awe of blood, guts, carnage, and unimaginable horror as friendships and loyalties are pushed to the ultimate test of survival; it’s kill or be killed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theodore Kamarinopoulos
• Release date: Mar 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386203391

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THE SAINT’S MILITIA

KEN CIRABISI

&

THEODORE KAMARINOPOULOS

A group of teenagers go on a camping trip to Black Bear Valley. A haunted place littered with Civil War soldier corpses. They say don’t die in the valley because the dead don’t leave the valley. The teenagers soon find themselves face to face with the evils of that wicked place.

  Enter the Saint’s, a group of military wannabes who go out into the valley for a fun filled weekend of survival training. Panic sets in when they come across a dead body at a campsite. Suspecting one of their own as the killer, they soon find out that they are not alone, someone or something is stalking them.

  A grave injury leads the Saint’s to search for help at a secluded old farmhouse called Krinsky Farm. Urban legends of Krinsky Farm range from Civil War era tunnels used for smuggling weapons for the Confederates to satanic rituals performed by a Krinsky ancestor. There are even rumors of a massive underground meth-lab inhabited by an army of Mole-men. What follows next is a Shock and Awe of blood, guts, carnage, and unimaginable horror as friendships and loyalties are pushed to the ultimate test of survival; it’s kill or be killed.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. Just remember to check underneath your bed at night!  ;-)

THE SAINT'S MILITIA

First edition. April 15, 2018.

Copyright © 2018 Ken Cirabisi and Theodore Kamarinopoulos.

Written by Ken Cirabisi and Theodore Kamarinopoulos.

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Table of Contents

ACT ONE: The Setup Page 7

ACT TWO: The Confrontation Page 45

ACT THREE: The Resolution Page 72

Dedication

We would like to thank our family and friends for their love and support. Without you we would not be here. And to those of you who are

reading this, thank you for helping us realize our dream. We hope to entertain you.

How to read this Script

We originally wrote the Saint’s Militia as a movie script. We then got the idea that it would be cool to share this with everyone rather than a few movie producers and studios. Hence the way this was formatted. It will read like a movie script, but we have altered it a bit to make it easier to follow. So, with that said, here are some terminology for you to learn. Don’t worry, it’s very easy to understand.

EXT: This means external or outside for where the scene takes place like at the beach or in a park. There will be a brief note on where and when the scene takes place.

INT: This means internal or inside for where the scene takes place like inside a restaurant or house. There will be a brief note on where and when the scene takes place.

(CONT’D): When a character continues to speak after their dialogue is split by an action.

(V.O.): Voice over, when you hear a character talking from a separate location or out of sight, like on a telephone, radio, or shouting down the hall.

And that’s all there is to it! We hope you enjoy!

"Place your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the

dark."

-Robert A. Heinlein

ACT ONE

FADE IN:

EXT. GAS STATION - DAYTIME

A jeep with six teenagers pulls up to a decrepit gas station off a dirt road. A long legged, red-headed girl exits from the front passenger seat, her name is CAITLIN. She scans the gas station with her mesmerizing green eyes.

RACHAEL: Eww, it smells like ass out here!

RACHAEL, a brunette with a some what permanent bitch-face exits right after CAITLIN.

CAITLIN: Give me a break!

CAITLIN looks back at RACHAEL and rolls her eyes. She leans over towards the driver, her boyfriend MARK. He has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes with chiseled facial features.

CAITLIN: (CONT’D) Hey baby, do you want anything from the store?

MARK turns away to address the approaching GAS STATION ATTENDANT, who slowly shuffles up to the gas pumps. He looks like a stereotypical red-neck type.

MARK: Fill er up, cash... I’m good babes. Here, get whatever you want.

He hands her a five dollar bill and flashes that Matthew McConaughey smile of his.

CAITLIN: (sarcastic tone) Geee... Like, thanks!

MARK: Don’t mention it babes!

ALICE, a shy, little blonde with pale skin, gets out of the jeep to walk with CAITLIN and RACHAEL to the convenience store. STEVE and HOLLY, the Goth twins with matching short, dark hair, are in the back of the jeep laughing and snickering at ALICE.

INT. GAS STATION - CONVENIENCE STORE SECTION - DAYTIME

A bell rings as they enter. The lighting is poor and the store looks old and dusty. There are strange pickled things in glass jars on the shelves and animal skins hanging from the ceiling. Flies buzz around everywhere.

RACHAEL: This place, is like so wretched!

CAITLIN: Just relax, Each. Do you have to make a scene everywhere you go?

RACHAEL: Like I give a shit, Caitlin!

CAITLIN: You don’t have to be a bitch all the time, you know. You should just tone it down a bit.

RACHAEL: (sarcastic tone) Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize trying to have fun made you a bitch, bitch!

RACHAEL stomps away. ALICE scoots up next to CAITLIN.

ALICE: Is she going to be like this the whole trip?

CAITLIN: I hope not. She’s just been on edge lately.

ALICE: Why?

CAITLIN: I’m not sure, but hey, let’s not let her ruin our time at Black Bear Valley.

A jar of pickled pigs feet crashes behind the girls. They turn to see an old witch-like woman standing behind the counter. She points a claw-like hand at them.

OLD WOMAN: Did you say Black Bear Valley?

CAITLIN: Excuse me?

OLD WOMAN: You stay away from that wicked place!

RACHAEL shows up with an arm full of various snacks and a case of beer.

RACHAEL: What ev’s, old lady. Save your hocus-pocus spiel for the tourists!

CAITLIN: Rachael! Chill!

RACHAEL: What the hell, Cat?

OLD WOMAN: They say that if you die there, your soul stays trapped forever!

ALICE winces and pulls out a rosary from her jacket pocket.

RACHAEL: Are you kidding me, lady? Like, what, there’s ghosts and Dementors running around out there or something?

OLD WOMAN: The dead don’t sleep in the valley, and there’s plenty of them from the war.

RACHAEL: The war? Oh, so like, let me guess, this is the part where you tell me how the South will rise again! Get it through your red-neck pea- brain, we lost the war, and all of our monuments are gone! Besides, who cares about dead soldiers anyway!

OLD WOMAN: There are worse things than dead soldiers! Those that worship the Devil roam the valley...

RACHAEL throws down a wad of cash on the counter and gathers her stuff.

RACHAEL: Whatever, Bellatrix LeStrange! Keep the change! It’s like, been real!

The girls turn to leave. The OLD WOMAN follows them.

OLD WOMAN: You mustn’t go, children! They will rise up from the darkness          and drag you down into the depths of hell itself!

The OLD