Horropedia: Hmm. "The Last Girls" normally has two categories.
Horropedia: Anne is the exemplar of the first kind—pure, innocent, and mild, like a ...
Horropedia: The second kind is those cool girls, more condescending, erudite, and sophisticated.
Horropedia: This category can easily tackle any difficulties and make sensible choices, like our Ms. Tooth Fairy.
Horropedia: They are all good girls, approved by society. Therefore, people reward them the privilege to "survive."
Horropedia: The critter's claw and the butcher's cleaver will never hurt them or kill them!
Vertin: So, what do you mean ...
Horropedia: I mean, please don't worry. Anne will be fine. She is safe.
Horropedia: She is particularly safe, before we die.
Horropedia: But if we lose her, the probability of our death will go up, up, up, up, up, and up.
Vertin: Very comforting.
Behind the bushes, a tract of grass is flattened, as if something heavy was there.
Vertin: Wait. The carcass of the giant critter is missing.
Horropedia: Maybe it's not totally dead and has crawled back to its den? Hmmm.
Vertin: It was dead. I've checked, and there was no way it could survive.
Vertin: Here in the mud, it's the fur ... Oh also, what's this?
Horropedia: A note? That's weird. Hey! Look! It's the butcher's footprints!
Vertin: Let's follow up.
Horropedia: Hmm. The footprints disappear. The soil here is less moisturized than the outside, so the footprints are barely left.
Vertin: This smell, I think I've smelled this before.
Vertin: The key, this is the smell of the key.
Vertin: The moss here is definitely special. We need to take some samples back for Ms. Tooth Fairy.
Anne: Vertin, is that you?
Vertin: It's Anne's voice. She must be here. Anne, can you hear me?
Anne: I'm here. I'm like ... below you.
Vertin: Below?
A hidden entrance greets Vertin as she splits and pushes the weeds and mosses aside. This is where Anne's voice comes out.
Horropedia: The pit is deliberately dug. The soil here is dry and granular. This was originally a cave. She is hidden inside.
Horropedia: Horropedia rubs the soil with two fingers to take out the white moss inside and puts it in a sample bag.
Vertin: I see you.
Anne stands on her toes and tries hard to reach Vertin's hands.
Vertin: Stay strong and take my hands. I will pull you out.
It's not a deep cave. As the girl up there pulls with full strength, the one down there gets out. They both fall to the ground.
Anne: God, thank you. I thought I would die in there.
Anne: Where are the others? Are they alright? Did someone go rescue them as well?
Vertin: We saved Blonney but didn't find any of the boys. Don't worry. We will do our utmost to find them.
Anne: This is good news. Jennifer is safe now.
Anne: The butcher threw me into that pit and left. I don't know when he'd be back. Perhaps anytime now …
Anne looks into the depths of the forest restlessly.
Anne: Vertin, we have to get out of here now!
The hunter is good at approaching his prey in silence.
The sound of heavy breathing suddenly comes from behind—like that in many other horror stories.
With the knife close to her neck, the girl can't help but tremble in fear.
Horropedia: Just as the classic plot goes, this is the right timing.
Horropedia: Step back. He can't kill you, but he might hurt you.
Anne: No, I will fight along this time.
Anne: I can't be a burden to you now.
COMBAT
Anne: Ahhh!
Horropedia: Run, run away from him. Don't let him catch you!
Butcher: Aah ...!
Vertin: Anne!
Anne: Aaah ... ah …
Like a miracle, a branch strikes the knife forcefully. It bounces off the butcher's big hand and falls a few meters away.
Vertin: That is ...
Butcher: No ...
Anne: No, I won't allow it!
A scream squeezes its way out of the young girl's throat.
They start charging toward the knife at the same time.
Both of them stretch their arms and reach for the knife.
Anne reaches for the knife first, followed by the clumsy butcher.
In an instant, she jumps up and pins the butcher to the ground.
Anne: Aaaahhh!
Butcher: Aaarrrhh!
A gust of moist, hot air blows off like a stream.
Anne: Huuhh …
Sweat flows down her spine, despite the coldness at night.
The relief after the extreme tension makes the young girl shiver ceaselessly.
The towering body under her shrinks like a balloon, quickly losing its air and blending in with the soil.
Anne: …
A strong odor of beasts suddenly fills the air.
Vertin: You can let go of me, Anne. It's over. He disappeared.
Anne: Oh, right. I know. I know.
Vertin: Yeah, you defeated him, like a marvelous miracle.
Horropedia: Wow! A miracle, the brave heart, and the miserable death of the crazy criminal killed by his own weapon.
Horropedia: This is The Last Girl.