Neon bleeds across wet streets. Sirens wail in the distance. JAX (20s, lean, sharp-eyed) crouches behind a dumpster, clutching his ribs. Blood seeps through his fingers.
BIKE Where to, partner?
Then the handlebars twist on their own. The red LED flares. A low, guttural VOICE—not electronic, not human—vibrates through the frame. -THE HUNT- Bike Of Hell Script
THE HUNT: BIKE OF HELL
A black SUV screeches around the corner ahead. Two more behind. Hunters on motorcycles flank from side streets. Trapped. Neon bleeds across wet streets