In an epiphany of horror, we see the form of the Sheriff himself, still in his uniform, with his badge and his gun, come shuffling out from the mass of cactus.
He, too, has been converted to one of the undead cactus creatures, his body a mass of needles. He moves toward the car with the teenagers inside. Cactus roots make their way up the side of the car, clutching onto the hood, as the sheriff drags himself forward. As he comes near, he raises a horribly long cactus branch that seems almost to reach to the sky, wielding it as if it were a club. Just as he begins to swing it down to land upon the roof of the car, Randy recovers from his horror, throws the car into reverse, and drives wildly backward. The sheriff’s long club arm smashes upon the front bumper of the car just as Randy pulls away. The arm smashes into pieces, and the sheriff stands looking blank.
Camera zooms into the stump left of the sheriff’s arm. We see another arm growing in its place, bifurcating at what would have been an elbow, and creating two more forearms sprouting from that point. Each forearm has a dozen wriggling fingers – all are covered with needles.
Cut to the car, racing madly away, down the streets of the small desert town. Randy is leaning on the horn blaring, and causing a huge noise. We see lights going on in the town, as town folk are wakened by the commotion. Some come running out on their porches in their pajamas, some holding shotguns and rifles.
Randy, Jesse, Dan and Curt drive in circles around the town, shouting out the window of the car and blaring the car horn through the night. They drive to the center of town, to a lot that plays the role of a park, with a few sparse trees, benches, and a bit of grass.
Crowd gathers. Multiple shots of sleepy people, cranky to have been so rudely awakened.
Grumblings from the crowd: “What’s going on?” “What’s all the commotion?”
Dan and Jesse stand on the hood of the car. Dan shouts over the crowd: “Things, from the desert! They’re coming! They’re here! They already got the sheriff and Doc!”
Townspeople complaining: “What?” “What’s that he said?” “Things?” “What’d he say `bout Doc?” “What is that boy going on about?”
Jesse speaks up: “You gotta listen! There are things! We seen `em! They look like cactuses, all coming right for…” He stops in mid-sentence. Close-up of his face showing eyes widening in horror.
He points over the heads of the gathered crowd: “That’s them! They’re coming!”
Camera zooms in on the mass of gathering cactus people – they approach as a single wall of death. Glass shatters and walls fall as they tear up the town with their deadly roots.