Fan Fiction Plan and Draft

The Descent: Survival




Genre:
 
Horror, Suspense.



Written style:

First person.

Plot:

The original film has a close group of female friends that go on adventures. They travel to Scotland for a get together. After a rafting trip, one of the girls Sarah. Has a car accident, killing her husband and child. She suspects her husband of having had an affair with one of her close friends Juno. Who quickly leaves during the proceedings. A year later the group assembles in America, on a planned spelunking trip which Juno has set in motion. They enter an unmanned cave, and get trapped. Only for Juno to confess, that it has never been navigated before. Inertia quickly kicks in. They realise they are not alone, when humanoid creatures, begin attacking and killing off the group. A face off happens between the girls, When Sarah confronts Juno about the adultery, before stabbing her with a pickaxe and leaving her to die in the cave. My fan fiction is an alternate version where the dispute is settled.


Description of characters

Juno - A strong and independent woman, the leader of the group, who has sent her close group of female friends to an unmanned cavern, to discover it, and name it after her close friend Sarah, in guilt for her affair with Sarah's husband.

Sarah - A bereaved young woman who has lost everything. Diving into the cavern in good faith, everyone closest to her is dying, she fights back and finally confronts Juno.



Setting:

My fan fiction happens entirely in the caverns, dark and desolate with cave dwellers lurking around every corner.




Intended Audience:

Teenagers and young adults, the tone is quite dark and the violence is gruesome, but the very humanistic element to the story, validates all the havoc.





Examples of Fan Fiction:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7482380/1/The-Dutiful-Son


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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8209340/1/When-lights-go-out

Once again following through on the theme of isolation. I loved this particular piece because of the relationship between the brother and sister. The feelings of distance from humanity and reality play such an integral role, it has great resonance.


http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6048141/1/Alphas

Interesting piece that details pack mentality with blunt brutality and clear progression. The details of the cues from the characters is excellent, and gives us clear indications of their behaviour and relation to one another with the slightest details.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8936802/1/Release

Strong characters and a will to survive are themes that overflow throughout, detailing Rambo's stern and decisive exterior. The descriptions were not entirely to my liking but I enjoyed the conflict, and besides finding forsaken lovers, he has never had a battle with a female counterpart, so the possibilities played out well.


http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8747916/1/Suffer-Screaming-Saints

I love the way the author handled the characters in this alternate ending, and how it subverts expectations, it clearly shows a great understanding of the material, but can be heavy handed with its story telling in segments. With some polish and change of prose, it could be excellent.





The Descent: Survival 




I stood frozen. A sharp pain jolted up my body, I almost collapsed in place. A throbbing sensation ran through me as I staggered to find my footing. I looked down in horror. Sarah had plunged a pickaxe directly through my ankle; it went numb as the blood ran down my leg. I couldn't scream. I gazed back up to see her staring through me, unable to comprehend what had just happened. My first instinct was not to remove it. But to strangle her. "You ruined my life, you deserve to die down here!'' she yelled. I leapt at her. Striking her across the cheek as we both hit the ground with a heavy thud. She swung wildly but couldn't connect with my face, as we crashed against the cavern rocks. I pushed her off of me, gasping. We both stared each other down panting, as we tried to compose ourselves. I couldn't fight with the pickaxe lodged in my leg, if I were to have any chance, it had to go.

I started to rattle as my fingers lowered towards the handle. I gripped the cold steel. For all the traversing I had done, it had been my guide down these thick and misty corridors, now it could be the end of me. I took a pause that felt like eternity, it had created a crater in my flesh. I was fighting back tears. One swift pull was all it would take, but I couldn't muster the courage. If I didn't, I would quickly bleed out. As a tear ran down my cheek I clasped the handle tightly and pulled with all my might. I screamed as the pickaxe flew out of my leg, the bellowing soared throughout the halls of the cavern. Cracking against the rocks and crevices. Dead silence. I took pressure off of the leg and raised the blade of the pickaxe towards my chest, ready and willing, to do what was necessary. Sarah watched on in a mixture of seething and awe. I slowly began taking steps towards her, with a stoic resolve. I would return her gracious favor. A deafening screech rattled the passages and we stopped dead in our tracks. I turned to her, fear lowering the curtain on both of us, "They've found us, run."




I went to grab her arm as I propelled forward, but she mechanically slapped it away. We flew through a passage, with the thought of dear life as our only saving grace. I couldn't keep her pace; the gap between us slowly crept larger. My leg had given out on me, even if I did manage to find cover this time. Eventually they would catch me. My cynicism got the better of me and I began to slow to a limp.  Sarah realising I was nowhere near her sight, in a hushed but frustrated tone began berating me. "Juno, we can't stop! We have to keep going" I sat in place, the darkness gently hugging me, allowing me to ease and accept my circumstances. I lone pole of light flickered in the distance. A slow patter descended towards me, it was Sarah. Holding our last flash light. She finally took her place standing over me, I could see unease throughout her being, the gaze of one looking at a wounded animal, contemplating whether to save a life, or place it out of it's suffering.