All Good Things/Transcript

*“Nobody here has been through half of what you have. They don’t get it. These people… they’re living a fantasy. It’s nice and all but… in a way it feels like they’re trying to act like the world hasn’t ended at all.”* *—Claire*

**Starring:**

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Scarlett Johansson as REBECCA DAWSON

Tom Holland as LLOYD WALLER

Michael Shannon as GERALD ROLAND

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Daniel Sharman as DANIEL ROCKWELL

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

**Also Starring**

Dan Aykroyd as ED ANDERSON

Jason Lee as LOLIDA WINDFIELD

Keira Knightley as CLAIRE NOBLE

Toni Collette as NAOMI STAFFORD

Kristian Bruun as JUSTIN BENNETT

Mimi Keene as VIOLET GLOVER

Michael Kelly as ALLAN WHITE

Emma Stone as GENNA BROHEM

**Guest Starring**

Alison Wright as HEATHER SOLIS

Cara Buono as ELEANOR BENSON

Joey Ritcher as JOSEPH BENSON

Dylan O'Brien as CHRISTOPHER WOODS

Lochlyn Munro as TODD GLOVER

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

David Boat as LAYTON ZIMMERS

Wes Bentley as JORDAN GATLON

Rafi Gavron as FLETCHER ROLAND

James Karen as RICHARD NEUBLE

Roger Ashton-Griffiths as CHESTER STAFFORD

Emma Mackey as LILLIAN MAKAROV

Gaylen Ross as MARY DAVIS

Xander Berkeley as FATHER DONOVAN

Richard McGonagle as VINCENT WOODS

Michael Nyqvist as ROMAN STROUD

**Co-Starring**

Keiko Agena as JOSLYN LARKIN

Kathryn Hahn as MAGGIE HOPKINS

Peri Gilpin as BETTY WHITE

Ed Oxenbould as HENRY STAFFORD

Kedar Williams-Stirling as BLAKE CHRISTIAN

Chester Rushing as JERRY RHODES

Judah Lewis as TRISTAN

Angourie Rice as MELANIE HOPKINS

Dianne Wiest as MADELYN OCONNELL

Emma Roberts as KATELYN SMART

Ben Miles as CHARLES HOPKINS

Richard Riehle as BARRY CHALLIS

Hope Davis as BARBARA RHODES

Vivien Lyra Blair as KELLY NEUBLE

John Leguizamo as CRAIG

John Pirruccello as DAVE

Steve Park as JEFF

Kathryn Erbe as CAROLYN WOODS

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**Scene #1**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - JUSTIN’S CHAMBERS**

A yawn is heard as JUSTIN BENNETT sits up in his bed, stretching. He crawls out of bed, passing by a half-full glass of whiskey on his way to the window, where he opens the curtains, a barrage of sunlight striking his face. He turns away, walking over to his dresser, getting changed into another tuxedo and coat, before he smirks, remembering something.

***Justin:*** *Oh, shit, yeah, yeah, shit.*

He fumbles over to a desk in the corner of the room, where a line of cocaine is waiting for him. He opens one of the drawers, pulling out a rolled-up banknote -- although, for a brief moment, his attention is drawn to a small picture of a woman smiling, her arms wrapped around a young boy and girl. Justin frowns slightly, but quickly shrugs and slams the drawer shut. He turns his attention back to the cocaine, snorting it with the banknote. He steps back, as the drug runs through his system. He slaps his cheek a couple of times.

***Justin:*** *Showtime, baby.*

He drops the banknote onto the desk, as he confidently swaggers over to the door.

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**Scene #2**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE**

JUSTIN BENNETT exits out into the hall, where he comes walking up to a grand staircase. He heads down it, passing by a few people who are rushing, carrying things. As Justin reaches the first floor, it quickly becomes apparent that something is happening. Justin takes a hard left once he reaches the bottom of the steps, stepping into a large ballroom sprawling with people. There, he sees GERALD ROLAND standing in the middle of the room listening to MAGGIE HOPKINS.

***Maggie:*** *And I’m thinking we get the chocolate fountain over here, an array of strawberries and marshmallows for dipping. It’s not too far from the tables and I think guests will really enjoy the treat.*

***Gerald:*** *Ah, well. You’re the expert, Maggie. We want this to be special, you know, show them all we have to offer. Go all out.*

***Maggie:*** *Of course! Now, I’m thinking in terms of beverages…*

Justin walks on past them, before he notices HEATHER SOLIS speeding by him carrying a pile of plates.

***Justin:*** *Whoa, slow down there, Heather. It’s like you’re on a… a fuckin’, I dunno, adrenaline rush. If you’ve got good shit, let me know, yeah?*

***Heather: (She chuckles nervously)*** *Right, yeah, yeah. Sorry, Mr. Bennett.*

***Justin:*** *Hey, hey, don’t let me hold you up, I’m just breaking your balls. Not that I’d ever want to break a lady’s  balls. You know, because…*

***Heather:*** *You know, I should really get these to--*

***Justin:*** *Yeah, you’re right. Actually, need a hand?*

***Heather:*** *That would be great, actually--*

***Justin:*** *Yeah, great, uh… You know I’m… I’m not seeing anyone, fuck. Hey, uh-- listen, shit, it’s busy.*

Justin abruptly walks away from her, walking towards the exit, when he comes to a stop, marveling at a gigantic chocolate cake. Standing beside it is BETTY WHITE.

***Justin:*** *Wow. Now that is looking tasty.*

***Betty:*** *Thank you* ***(She smiles)***. I hope you enjoy it once everyone’s here.
***Justin:*** *Mm. Looking forward to that.*

Justin continues walking on, entering the front hallway.

***Eleanor:*** *So, uhm. We have… ten cases of beer and seven bottles of wine pulled from storage… Snacks include--*

NAOMI STAFFORD snatches away ELEANOR BENSON’s clipboard, reading through it herself.

***Naomi:*** *Mhm. Yeah.*

***Eleanor:*** *Is there… is there something wrong? Because I can totally--*

***Naomi:*** *The 1934 Chateau Cheval… Keep that one in storage. We don’t want to waste wine like that on… you know.*

***Eleanor:*** *Oh, sorry, it’s just, Mr. Roland said it was to be a prestigious event to welcome the newcomers, we figured--*

***Naomi:*** *I mean, prestigious, of course, we’d expect no less. You’re doing… great. But if it were up to me, we wouldn’t be holding this party at all, considering their representative was harassing the council. The nerve of these people, it’s… it’s quite sickening. Justin!*

Justin approaches, nodding.

***Justin:*** *Happy as always on this fine morning. How can the Justinator help you?*

***Naomi:*** *Okay, one, it’s two in the afternoon, you vampire. Two, do you really think all of this is necessary?*

***Justin:*** *I mean, any excuse to fuckin’ party, right?* ***(To Eleanor)*** *Right?*

Eleanor smiles nervously. Behind Justin, Gerald can be seen approaching, following behind Maggie.

***Maggie:*** *And we can have the doors open to welcome everyone inside to the event… It’ll be wonderful.*

***Gerald:*** *Yeah, yeah* ***(He nods)***. That sounds great. Thank you for stopping by, we’ll definitely make this vision of yours a reality.
***Maggie:*** *Oh, anytime, you know me! Hi, Naomi!*

Maggie smiles at Naomi, as she turns to walk off. Naomi smiles back at her, though the second Maggie turns away, it fades into a frown.

***Justin:*** *Ger-man… Going all out for the party are we?*

***Gerald:*** *Justin, we’ve talked about the negative connotations of that nickname. But yes, of course. It’s got to be a real--*

***Naomi:*** *Might I ask why? I mean, you already sent that wicked girl that letter of apology without the council’s stamp of approval.*

***Gerald:*** *I don’t need the council’s stamp of approval for everything. It’s called goodwill, Naomi. It’s damage control. We got off to a rocky start with these people, and if we want to be able to make use of their skills, we need to give them a proper greeting. What better way to give them a taste of what we have to offer, than to let them have a real sample?*

***Justin:*** *This is totally a dick-measuring contest. For the record, I think it’s gonna be great.*

***Naomi:*** *Oh, you suck-up. I think this is a mistake… We’ve done enough for these people by letting them in. Why should we have to expend so many of our resources for them?*

***Justin:*** *Since when did you care about fuckin’ resources. You’ve been living the cash-money lifestyle every day.*

***Naomi:*** *I’m being conservative and thoughtful of our own people, you… moron. I’m just saying, for the record, I totally think this is a bad idea.*

***Justin:*** *Yeah, well--*

***Naomi:*** *You have a little something… right there.*

Naomi points at Justin’s nose, before he strolls off.

***Justin:*** *Oh, shit.*

Justin wipes some excess cocaine from underneath his nose, inhaling it. His eyes twitch, as he looks over at Gerald.

***Justin:*** *Fuckkkk. You think anyone else saw?*

He shrugs.

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**Scene #3**

**WORTHWOOD - STREETS - AFTERNOON**

ED ANDERSON strolls down the street, admiring the community’s greenery. Walking beside him is WILLIAM REYNES, the two of them having a conversation.

***Ed:*** *Yeah, I’ve been good. Really good. I mean, this place, it’s… It’s remarkable. The power grid, the solar panels, how they’ve managed to achieve all of that -- it’s fascinating!*

***William:*** *You certainly seem impressed. Though I have to say, it’s pretty remarkable they were able to achieve all this - during the end of the world.*

***Ed:*** *Honestly, it seems like they never lost any of it to begin with. This place appears to have been thriving since the beginning. While we were out there, they’ve… Well, they’ve been in here the entire time.*

***William:*** *Like fish in a barrel. Very happy fish in a barrel.*

***Ed:*** *Yeah, you got that right. I’m quite eager to meet the person or people behind all of this… You know, the upkeep of the power. I work construction now, you know they’re actually planning on expanding this place even more? It’s hard work, considering, uh… the physical labour of it all isn’t really my strength… I tried to get into something more related to engineering or architecture but… they didn’t want me.*

***William:*** *They didn’t want you? Why the fuck not?*

***Ed:*** *I dunno, guess they don’t need me. It is what it is, I suppose. Still, I’m grateful to be here.*

Behind them, Doctor JOSLYN LARKIN comes speeding around a corner, catching her breath. She looks over at William and Ed.

***Joslyn:*** *Mister Reynes -- I have good news.*

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**Scene #4**

**WORTHWOOD - INFIRMARY**

REBECCA DAWSON looks up at WILLIAM REYNES, pale-faced and weary eyed, as she holds onto his hand.

***Rebecca:*** *…Hey.*

William looks at her in silence for a moment. He blinks a few times, snapping himself out of it.

***William:*** *Sorry - sorry. Afternoon.*

***Rebecca:*** *The doc was… telling me. About… this. This place we’re at.*

***William:*** *Yeah. It’s-- it’s pretty great. It’s thanks to them that - well - you’re here at all.*

***Rebecca:*** *Lloyd? The others? Is everyone… okay?*

***William:*** *Yeah. They’re okay. Don’t worry about them right now. Just take it easy - everybody’s safe. Everything’ll be okay.*

Rebecca tries to sit up, but it proves to be fruitless.

***Rebecca:*** *I feel useless.*

***William:*** *There’s a difference between ‘useless’, and having just woken up from a coma. Enjoy the time off your feet for a little. I know it’s not exactly… under the most ideal circumstances, but hey. We’re safe now* ***(He smiles lightly)***.

JOSLYN LARKIN opens the hospital blinds, approaching the bed, looking at William and Rebecca.

***Joslyn:*** *As I was saying earlier… you’ll have to take it easy on yourself for the near future. No strenuous activities, no overexertion -- no walking, if you can help it. Until you recover, I recommend you stay in a wheelchair, at least for the time being. It’s important that you realize that - you being here is nothing short of a medical miracle. You suffered enough blunt force trauma to the head to kill a grown man, so please, take it easy.*

***Rebecca:*** *A wheelchair… Great. In all seriousness… Thank you, doc.* ***(To William)*** *Count your blessings, right?*

***William:*** *Count your blessings* ***(He nods, half-smiling)***.
***Rebecca:*** *Well, I still have… a lot of questions. Where’s the kid?*

***William:*** *Oh, Lloyd? Well, uh… Lloyd’s at… school.*

She looks up at him, raising an eyebrow.

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**Scene #5**

**WORTHWOOD - SCHOOL**

LLOYD WALLER, overwhelmed with nervousness, steps into his classroom for the first time. He freezes as he enters, looking around at the room full of students near his age. Among the students is HENRY STAFFORD, sitting up at the front of the class by himself. JOSEPH BENSON and CHRISTOPHER WOODS are sitting off to the side of the class. JERRY RHODES sits at the back of class, feet kicked up on a table. BLAKE CHRISTIAN sits beside him, while TRISTAN is sitting on Jerry’s other side, a pair of earbuds in, as he scratches something onto the desk. And lastly, MELANIE HOPKINS and VIOLET GLOVER are sitting beside each other, having a conversation. Lloyd’s eyes widen as he takes in the scene.

Just behind Lloyd, the teacher, TODD GLOVER, enters the room, squeezing past Lloyd with a coffee in hand.

***Todd:*** *Afternoon everyone. Alright, if you’d all-- Oh for god’s sake. Tristan… Earbuds out.*

***Tristan: (He takes one out)*** *I can hear you just fine like this, Mr. Glover.*

Todd glances over at Lloyd for a second.

***Todd:*** *As I’m sure you’ve all seen, we have a new student joining the class today… So… please give a warm welcome to…*

***Lloyd:*** *…Lloyd.*

***Todd:*** *To Lloyd! Uh, you know what, why don’t you go ahead and introduce yourself to the class.*

***Lloyd:*** *Uh… Like… right now?*

***Todd:*** *Yeah. Go right ahead, sport.*

***Lloyd:*** *Uh, yeah, well… I’m… Lloyd.*

***Jerry:*** *Is that it?*

***Lloyd:*** *Uh… I… I mean… I don’t know what else to--*

***Todd:*** *Why don’t you just… say a few things about yourself. Anything, really.*

***Lloyd:*** *It’s… a little surreal being here. Odd. So, sorry if I’m… a little overwhelmed by everything. I never thought I’d be in a classroom like this again.*

***Todd:*** *Alright* ***(He claps)***. Very… Very cool! Why don’t you go to the free seat in front of Christopher and Joseph over there.
***Lloyd:*** *I… Sorry, who?*

***Joseph:*** *That’s us!*

Joseph waves over at him enthusiastically. Christopher glances up from his book to give a short wave.

***Christopher: (Quietly)*** *Yeah, that’s us.*

***Lloyd:*** *Alright. Cool.*

Lloyd approaches the seat, sitting down.

***Todd:*** *Alright, we’ll take five, give you some time to adapt to your surroundings a little bit. When I return, we’ll be covering your math tests from earlier this week. Lloyd, is of course, exempt.*

Todd turns, leaving the room. As he does, Joseph scoots his chair over to Lloyd loudly.

***Joseph:*** *Hiya. I’m Joseph. Joseph Benson* ***(He smiles)***.

Lloyd shakes his hand slowly, smiling lightly.

***Lloyd:*** *Lloyd.* ***(To Christopher)*** *And you’re… Christopher.*

***Christopher:*** *Mhm. Hello.*

***Joseph:*** *Don’t mind him. He’s not much of a talker. Too much of a bookworm.*

***Lloyd:*** *It’s cool… What are you, uh… what are you reading?*

***Christopher:*** *The Cellist of Sarajevo.* ***(He looks up)*** *Say-- are you from that new group of people who showed up here? My dad kept talking about some new group last night.*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah… yeah. That’s us. I’m… Yeah* ***(He nods)***.
***Joseph:*** *Wow, wow… so you’re from… beyond the walls?*

Nearby, Violet raises an eyebrow, overhearing their conversation.

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah… this place… We never thought we’d find anything like this out here. It was rough.*

***Christopher:*** *I can imagine* ***(He continues reading)***.
***Joseph:*** *Jeeeez… wow, bro. That doesn’t sound too cool. But - but I bet it’s made you a real tough guy, huh?*

Lloyd looks at him, struggling to come up with a response, as he thinks back to all of his dead friends. Suddenly, there’s a loud laugh from the back of the class, as Jerry pushes himself up.

***Jerry:*** *I’m terrified, kiddo.*

Jerry strolls down towards the front of the class, stopping by Violet and Melanie’s desks.

***Jerry:*** *So - ladies. What do you got for me? That uh, math test or whatever. Give me one to copy.*

***Melanie:*** *Wow, awfully close to the deadline for you to come crawling to me now. I was beginning to think you’d actually done some work.*

***Jerry:*** *Melanie, Melanie… you know that’s not my style.*

***Melanie:*** *Yeah, well, sorry but it’s a little late for me to help you. Why can’t Blake or Tristan give you their answers? Oh wait, they probably bailed on it too, huh, Vy?*

Melanie looks over at Violet, just to see her staring over at Lloyd. Jerry is quick to notice as well.

***Jerry:*** *So what’s got your lovely eyes so interested in a pipsqueak like the new kid?*

***Violet:*** *Pfft… mind your own business. He’s been outside the walls this entire time, obviously I’m gonna be a little intrigued.*

***Jerry:*** *Uh-huh, sure, sure… Wow, if dweebs like that can get lucky enough to get Queen Violet’s attention, then maybe even little old Henry has a chance, huh?*

Henry looks back, annoyed, before turning back to face the front of the class.

***Melanie:*** *I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Give the poor boy a break. You know if his mom heard you tormenting him, she’d have you by the ear.*

Lloyd looks over at Christopher and Joseph, whispering.

***Lloyd:*** *What does she mean by that?*

***Joseph:*** *His mom is like… like a Queen Bee. On the council or whatevs. Real boss bitch.*

As Lloyd is talking to him, Jerry strolls away from the two girls, and over to Lloyd himself. He lays his arm on his shoulder.

***Jerry:*** *Sheesh, new kid… Maybe if you didn’t start fuckin’ lagging whenever you opened your mouth, you might get places.*

***Lloyd:*** *Sorry, I don’t mean to make you jealous or anything.*

***Jerry:*** *What the fuck did you just say? Me? Jealous of you? Yeah… yeah, not a fuckin’ hope, pal. I mean… what is there to be jealous OF, exactly?*

***Joseph:*** *Hey, now… let’s not have a - a catfight or anything? Right, guys?*

Jerry looks down at Joseph, silencing him with a glare. He then looks back at Lloyd.

***Jerry:*** *You’re right, Benson. Wouldn’t be all too nice of me to pick on the new kid like that, would it? My bad, buddy, We got off on the wrong foot.*

Jerry extends a hand to him. Lloyd narrows his eyes, before deciding to shake it.

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah.*

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**Scene #6**

**WORTHWOOD - STREETS - AFTERNOON**

WILLIAM REYNES slowly wheels REBECCA DAWSON down a street, showing Rebecca around the community. KATE BLOODSTONE is with them.

***Rebecca:*** *This is… this is certainly something. I… I don’t even know what to say.*

***Kate:*** *You don’t have to say anything. Just… take it all in. This is the place we’ve been dreaming of. Though, it’s not without its flaws.*

***William:*** *It’s different to the life we’ve gotten used to. Never thought I’d see a working power grid for the rest of my life.*

***Rebecca:*** *Tsk… I can’t… believe it. I… I have a lot of questions.*

***Kate:*** *And we’ll answer them. We’ll get you up to speed on everything, but for now, you just need to rest. I got off to a rocky start with the ruling council here. It’s… a long story. They’re throwing us a welcoming party tonight, you don’t have to come if you think it’ll be too much for you.*

***Rebecca:*** *A… a party?*

***Kate:*** *Yeah… it’s… unexpected. I mean, not really… These people seem to live in ignorance. But look around you, with those walls, would you ever fear the undead?*

***Rebecca:*** *It’s not the dead they should be fearing…*

***Kate:*** *You’re right. And that’s why I’m going to try and bring about some change here. They won’t make it easy, but it’s necessary. Better security, better… utilization of resources… So on.*

***William:*** *Well, good luck with that. Gerald doesn’t seem like the type of guy to appreciate constructive criticism.*

***Kate:*** *Believe it or not, he actually seems to be the most reasonable out of the council. Maybe that’s a good thing, if he really is the leader here. I suspect some of the council members are more… heavy-handed than others. Though, I suppose you’ll get the chance to meet the rest of them yourself tonight. See for yourself.*

***William:*** *I have faith in you - you’ll be able to get around to them, eventually. Maybe after a few near-death encounters of their own, they’ll realize a person has more value to them, than the money in their pockets.*

William looks over at Kate, then at the wheelchair he’s rolling.

***William:*** *Could you… take over? I’ve got to meet my new… colleagues.*

***Rebecca:*** *Your new colleagues?*

***William:*** *The school. They want me to be-- a teacher again* ***(He sighs)***. Personally, I don’t think it’s gonna go too well… but whatever. I’ll see you later, okay?
***Rebecca:*** *Oh, jeez. Right. Good luck.*

William hands the wheelchair over to Kate, as he walks off. Rebecca watches him as he goes, still processing all of the new information.

***Rebecca:*** *Am I still in a coma?*

***Kate:*** *No. This is real. I know, it must be… overwhelming. It was for us, but for you to wake up to all of this…*

Rebecca reaches up, touching her head, still wrapped in bandages.

***Rebecca:*** *Agh…*

***Kate:*** *Do you want me to take you back to the infirmary now? You really ought to be resting, Rebecca.*

***Rebecca:*** *No… no. I’m fine. I want to see more of this place, if you don’t mind.*

***Kate: (She smiles)*** *Not at all. It’s just as exciting for me to explore this place as it is for you.*

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**Scene #7**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - INTERVIEW ROOM**

**Three Days Earlier. 9:45am. 87% Battery.**

LLOYD WALLER sits inside the room, his eyes fixated on a crossbow on the wall, his mind elsewhere entirely.

***Gerald:*** *So, Lloyd. Can you tell me a little more about your experience of… well, joining a group of strangers out there. I imagine it must’ve been overwhelming at your age, it would be for anyone. And forgive me if that’s an insensitive question.*

Lloyd snaps out of his daydream, looking over.

***Lloyd:*** *Oh, huh? Yeah, uh, they weren’t all strangers, sir.*

***Gerald:*** *Oh please, you don’t need to call me that* ***(He chuckles)***. I just wonder what the mindset is there, you know? Was it the best chance of survival, did things just fall into place that way? It must be scary figuring out who you can and cannot trust in such a godforsaken world.
***Lloyd:*** *I knew William before everything. I mean… as a teacher. I had… my friends, too.*

***Gerald:*** *Uh-huh. Right. So, how did that come to be? How did you come to be with--*

***Lloyd:*** *You know when I woke up, brushed my teeth, went to school that morning… The day it all started, I never expected it'd be the last time I ever see my mom or dad. Were you ever out in all of that? The chaos of when shit really hit the fan, and everything went to hell. I was, and I still remember it clear as day. Everything happened so fast… Kids screaming in the halls, others fleeing the school in fear, the panic… the blood. Seeing your friends turn into bloodthirsty monsters isn't easy, especially when they start eating your other friends. We were lucky that Mr. Boseman and the other school staff were there for us. To answer your question, William and the others are my family now.*

GERALD ROLAND shuffles awkwardly in his seat, clearing his throat.

***Gerald:*** *…So you never--*

***Lloyd:*** *Got closure about my family? My real mom and dad? No. I think about it a lot, I know the other kids did, too. I broke the rules, I left the school and went to look for them when things went bad. They weren't at home. I'll never know what happened. I still had my friend Kyle, and… I made friends with a junior called Bernie and a senior called Tony. They all died horrible deaths out there, Mr. Roland. I'm sorry to put it bluntly, but they did, and for the longest time I blamed myself.*

Gerald stands up slowly, leaning on his cane.

***Gerald:*** *You are wise beyond your years, Lloyd. But I’m confident that it’s not too late for you to have a… normal childhood, here beyond the walls. Wouldn’t you like the chance to attend school again? To meet new friends? To live carefree? Even if it sounds too good to be true, I know that part of you must want that.*

***Lloyd: (He nods)*** *I do want that.*

***Gerald:*** *Well then let me--*

***Lloyd:*** *But that doesn’t mean it’s possible. With all due respect, sir, that can never happen.*

***Gerald: (He sighs)*** *Whatever the case… you’ll try your best, won’t you?*

Lloyd looks off, zoning out in deep thought.

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**Scene #8**

**WORTHWOOD - SCHOOL**

LLOYD WALLER snaps back, looking up in front of him. He’s still in the classroom, but it’s empty -- except for TODD GLOVER sitting in front of him, mid-speech.

***Todd:*** *--So, if you have any questions or concerns, you just come to me, alright? I want to make sure this is a welcoming environment for you. We want you to be comfortable here, okay? And look, I know it’s not easy, Gerald has mentioned as much.*

***Lloyd: (He nods)*** *…Thanks, Mr. Glover.*

***Todd:*** *Don’t mention it. I was out there too, with my family… I know all too well what it’s like. Now, why don’t you go and enjoy your break? Mingle with your classmates, don’t be shy.*

Lloyd stands up and exits the classroom, walking down a hallway, passing by VIOLET GLOVER and MELANIE HOPKINS again. Violet’s locks eyes with Lloyd as he passes by.

***Melanie:*** *Vy! Face me, dammit. It’s bleeding again. You’re so clumsy.*

Melanie applies a bit of plaster to Violet’s cheek, as Lloyd continues on. He eventually arrives at a giant main room, where most students are taking their break, conversations filling the air.

***Joseph:*** *Lloyd! Come sit with us!*

JOSEPH BENSON waves up to where he and CHRISTOPHER WOODS are sitting. Lloyd slowly approaches them, scratching his head.

***Lloyd:*** *Hey.*

***Joseph:*** *So… L-Man. The L-ster. How’s it hanging?*

***Lloyd:*** *I’m, uh… trying to get used to it all.*

***Joseph:*** *Totally, man. Totally. I get you. Well - not really, but I’ll trust your word on it. It must be - pretty wild, the sudden shift in environment, and all that. Coming in from the Wild, Wild West, to… Worthwood.*

***Lloyd:*** *What, uh… what about you? Where do you guys come from?*

***Joseph:*** *Well… me and my mom - we, uh, lived pretty close by. Y’know how it is… zombies everywhere, and all that blood… We didn’t really like it out there. So my mom - the superwoman that she is - led us through that mess… and we got to Worthwood, about… two weeks after this whole kit and kaboodle. It’s sorta hard to tell how much time has passed.*

Christopher waits for Joseph to finish before looking up at Lloyd, lowering his book.

***Christopher:*** *A few miles down the road. When everything went down we came over here for safety. My dad - well, he’s an electrician, so I know he was pretty involved in getting all the power set up here. Haven’t been outside the walls, really* ***(He shrugs)***.
***Lloyd:*** *So, like… you guys haven’t really… seen any of the dead in a while?*

***Christopher:*** *Not often. I’ve seen them a few times when looking out past the walls, but they never get inside the community, and I never leave. They’ve never been an issue. Even early on before my family came here, we lived out in the middle of nowhere, hardly saw any of them.*

***Lloyd:*** *That’s… So, this place really is safe? What about… other groups? Has nobody… y’know… tried to…*

***Christopher: (He shakes his head)*** *Never. There’s been a few small groups coming here and there, but no, uh, no bad groups. This place is as safe as can be.*

Lloyd looks at him, his mouth agape in reaction to everything.

***Joseph:*** *Lloyd. You look like a fish.*

***Lloyd:*** *What’s, uh… What’s the deal with her?*

Lloyd signals back to Violet, who’d now entered the room with Melanie.

***Joseph:*** *Hmmm… How do I put this… She’s sorta weird -- y’know, a bit like you. Not -- in a bad way, or anything! But like… she’s - new. Sort of. Came in, what -- maybe two months back? I dunno. Two blow-ins, her and her papa. Her papa being Mr. Glover - our teacher.*

***Lloyd:*** *…Huh.*

***Joseph:*** *The weirdest thing about her, though… is that she likes to sneak outside the walls, or something. She always - like comes back with a fresh bruise, or a mark, or a… a… The important part is - she sneaks outside the walls, and comes back injured. Maybe she’s out there, fighting the dead - kickin’ ass. Sorta like you.*

Lloyd glances over at Violet again, before there’s a loud slap, as JERRY RHODES hits the chair behind Lloyd. With him is BLAKE CHRISTIAN and TRISTAN.

***Jerry:*** *Lloydy-poo. Scoot over.*

Lloyd looks up at him, then down at Christopher and Joseph.

***Lloyd:*** *Sure thing.*

He moves over, allowing Jerry to sit down beside him. He immediately throws an arm around Lloyd’s shoulder.

***Jerry:*** *So… me and the boys -- we put our heads together… and we decided we wanted to meet THE Lloyd Waller. For real this time. Y’know, that celebrity new kid that came from the world beyond.*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah, you guys are lucky that you’ve been behind the walls. It’s… not nice out there.*

***Jerry:*** *Oh, really? Wow. Interesting. So, Lloyd. I’m pretty interested - in your… backstory. Entertain a fella a little, would ya’? What was it like - y’know, watching your friends die?*

Lloyd frowns, glaring at him, seeing a smile on Jerry’s face.

***Lloyd:*** *What’s your problem, man? You think I’m gonna be threatened by some school bully as if I haven’t faced a thousand times worse?*

Jerry sits up, removing his arm from Lloyd’s shoulder.

***Jerry:*** *Bully? You think -- I’m bullying you? Relaxxxx, man. I’m just tryna’ make friends with the new kid, is all. God knows you need new friends.*

Lloyd balls his hands into fists, staring at him.

***Lloyd:*** *Knock it off. You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. You don’t know anything about what it’s like.*

***Jerry:*** *You’re right* ***(He laughs)***. I don’t. And I never will. ‘Cause I’ll never be weak enough to let my friends die.

Jerry bursts into laughter, while his two friends Tristan and Blake stay silent, not even breaking a smile.

***Lloyd:*** *What the hell is your… problem? Why would you…*

***Jerry:*** *Awwww, I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve?* ***(He grins)*** *If it’s any condolences, I’m sure you’ll be joining them soon enough.*

Without hesitation, Lloyd drives a fist into Jerry’s nose, as he tackles him off the bench onto the floor, hammering his face with punch after punch. People around the room fall silent, heads turning. Blood spurts out of Jerry’s nose, as Lloyd continues to beat in his face.

***Melanie:*** *Hey, stop it! Stop it! You’re gonna--*

Lloyd grabs Jerry’s head, and slams it against the floor. He sits up slowly, wiping his face, as he feels a hand gently touch his shoulder.

***Joseph:*** *Hey - hey man! Relax, chill - chill, chilllllll.*

Footsteps are heard running over, as Lloyd looks over to see Mr. Glover.

***Todd:*** *Sweet Jesus. What the hell?*

***Lloyd:*** *Just… just shut the fuck up.*

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**Scene #9**

**WORTHWOOD - STORAGE LODGE - LATE AFTERNOON**

Elsewhere, KATE BLOODSTONE is still wheeling REBECCA DAWSON around, the two of them eventually coming across the storage lodge. The place is bustling with activity, workers going in and out, carrying boxes. Rebecca looks on at everything, simply dumbfounded.

***Rebecca:*** *I… I don’t know what to say.*

***Kate:*** *You don’t have to say anything. Just take it all in. This is the place we’ve been searching for.*

***Rebecca:*** *…About that. On the road… you and William… did you…?*

***Kate:*** *We were able to come to an agreement* ***(She nods)***. It was… tough out there. Everyone is going to be so relieved that you’re okay.

Rebecca gently places one of her hands onto her bandaged head.

***Rebecca:*** *I feel so… weak.*

***Kate:*** *You should feel lucky. We… I… Nobody knew if you were gonna make it back there. On the road with limited medical supplies and no professional, it… it didn’t look good. Don’t worry about all of that right now, we’re here.*

***Rebecca:*** *And what do you think of the people here?*

***Kate:*** *They’re… yeah. They’re nice. Some of the high-ups are a little difficult… but I intend to deal with that* ***(She smiles at her)***.

ELEANOR BENSON comes walking past them, carrying a box of wine.

***Eleanor:*** *Oh, hello! You must be some of the newcomers!*

***Kate:*** *That’s right.*

***Eleanor:*** *It’s so good to meet you. I’m Eleanor.*

Eleanor goes to extend her hand for a handshake, but then almost drops the box she’s carrying, so she quickly grabs hold of it again.

***Eleanor:*** *Sorry, that was clumsy of me.*

***Kate:*** *Ha… don’t worry about it. Are you preparing for the welcoming party, Eleanor?*

***Eleanor:*** *Yes, the welcoming party for your group! I can’t wait to meet the rest of you.*

***Rebecca:*** *What’s in the box?*

***Eleanor:*** *Oh, I was just about to take this box of wine up to the castle for tonight. Do you… do you guys partake?*

Rebecca blinks a few times, bewildered at the casual response.

***Rebecca:*** *Wine…*

***Eleanor:*** *Oh, forgive me. It… I guess the novelty hasn’t quite sunk in yet, has it? Forgive me.*

***Rebecca:*** *No, no, it’s  totally fine. I’m just… It’s just… strange.*

***Eleanor:*** *Oh, I understand that completely. When me and my son arrived here, we felt the same way. It can be overwhelming but… it really is special* ***(She nods)***.

Emerging from the storage lodge next is MAGGIE HOPKINS, holding a clipboard. She’s talking with another woman.

***Maggie:*** *Betty’s prepared a whole batch of baked goods and a fantastic layered cake, just beautiful. So I’m thinking of a platter of snacks to accompany it…*

Maggie suddenly stops, seeing Kate, Rebecca and Eleanor.

***Maggie:*** *Oh, hiya!*

***Eleanor:*** *This is Maggie Hopkins. She’s the head inventory manager here at Worthwood and is leading the party planning committee.*

***Rebecca:*** *The… party planning committee…*

***Maggie:*** *Can’t wait to meet you ladies and the rest of your friends properly tonight. It’s going to be such a ball* ***(She smiles)***.

Another woman, MADELYN OCONNELL, approaches the group.

***Madelyn:*** ***(Looking at Rebecca)*** *Oh, dearie. What happened to you? I’d heard they were treating one of the newcomers in the infirmary but I didn’t know--*

***Rebecca:*** *Oh it’s… no, I, uh, this is temporary. I was… injured recently.*

***Madelyn:*** *Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. You’ll get some peace and quiet at Worthwood, honey. Maybe not from my husband, mind you. Think’s he’s a hoot* ***(She chuckles)***. But oh, he means well!
***Maggie: (She laughs)*** *We should get back to it. Today’s a busy one. Everything’s got to be perfect.*

***Kate:*** *Yeah, uh… we should probably get back to the infirmary anyways. Doctor’s orders.*

***Eleanor:*** *It was so nice to meet you both.* ***(To Rebecca)*** *Will you be at the party?*

***Rebecca:*** *I, uh… I’ll…*

***Eleanor:*** *Well, see how you’re feeling* ***(She smiles at her)***.

As the ladies start to walk off, Kate starts wheeling Rebecca away from the lodge.

***Rebecca:*** *Is this real…?*

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**Scene #10**

**WORTHWOOD - SCHOOL**

***Todd:*** *It’s a good thing you stopped by when you did.*

TODD GLOVER walks down the hallway alongside WILLIAM REYNES.

***Todd:*** *I don’t quite know how it happened, I was at my desk and came running out when I heard the commotion. Your boy beat Jerry pretty badly, not sure what got into him.*

As they walk, William is focused on analyzing the building, scanning everything and anything he can to prepare himself for a combat scenario. He eventually snaps out of it, looking towards Todd.

***William:*** *…Lloyd isn’t a bad kid - he wouldn’t hurt someone unless they were asking for it… and even then - he’d be merciful. Tell me about this Jerry kid.*

***Todd:*** *Oh Jerry’s… just a kid. Y’know, like the rest of them. Clock in, clock out… get through the school day. He has trouble concentrating, but I mean… who didn’t at that age, right? But hey, the extra help around here is gonna be great. So glad to have you as a member of the faculty, William.*

A small frown appears on William’s face briefly. He knows Lloyd wouldn’t beat up ‘just a kid’ like that.

***William:*** *Yeah… it’s - great to be here. I hope we’ll get along fine.*

***Todd:*** *No doubt about that* ***(He offers him a handshake)***.

William looks down at Todd’s hand, as if it were a foreign object to him. Robotically, he accepts the handshake, and they shake hands for a little too long before finally breaking off.

***Todd:*** *Your son is uh… outside on the steps. Jerry was taken to the infirmary for some stitches* ***(He nods)***.
***William:*** *…Thank you.*

William silently turns away, moving forward on his way to find Lloyd.

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**Scene #11**

**WORTHWOOD - SCHOOL - LATE AFTERNOON**

The door opens, WILLIAM REYNES stepping out of the school into the cold fresh air. Ahead of him, sitting on the back steps, is LLOYD WALLER.

Wordlessly, William sits himself down beside Lloyd, placing an arm around his shoulder.

***William:*** *…So, let’s hear it.*

***Lloyd:*** *Okay… I know. I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away…*

Lloyd sighs, shaking his head.

***William:*** ***(He shakes his head)*** *Shh… that’s not what I want to hear. Explain it to me.*

***Lloyd:*** *He was a dick. He… just wanted to push my buttons. He doesn’t know what it’s like out there… thinks it’s all some kinda joke, probably. And I… I didn’t wanna cause any trouble, but he was just such… a dick.* ***(He shrugs)*** *No other way to put it. He pushed all the wrong buttons, said all the wrong things… even called me weak for failing to protect my friends. So I… I just let loose on him. He didn’t even deserve* ***that*** *much… at a certain point… It was just… an excuse to do it. To let it all out. Because I wanted to.*

Lloyd locks eyes with William briefly, before glancing down at his feet.

***William:*** *Oh, to be young again* ***(He smiles, teasingly)***. What I wouldn’t give for a chance to blow off some steam, like that. The last person you need to apologize to, for doing what you needed to do - is me. If he was asking for it, then he deserved it. But more importantly - if you**needed**to release, then you needed that release. Don’t beat yourself up over it.**(He exhales deeply)**But you have to do yourself a favour, Lloyd. Just… try to be normal. Fit in. For your sake, not theirs. Enjoy the peace and quiet.
***Lloyd:*** *…I’ll try. It’s just so… weird. Being at school again, where I’m expected to act like it’s normal… I just… I don’t know. W-what about you? How are you settling in?*

***William:*** *I’m… not. Not really. I’m still looking at these harmless, harmless people as if they’re armed to the teeth Rastafarian killers. I mean… I should be able to walk down a school hallway without picking out the best spots to take cover from… gunfire. But hey, it’s a challenge we’ll both face and get better at together* ***(He smiles)***.
***Lloyd:*** *Yeah…*

***William:*** *Now, enough moping around. I’ve got some good news for you.*

Lloyd perks his head up, facing William.

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**Scene #12**

**WORTHWOOD - INFIRMARY**

Hastily, LLOYD WALLER opens the door leading into the room REBECCA DAWSON is in. His eyes light up when he sees her lying in bed, smiling at him.

***Rebecca:*** *Hey, kid.*

His eyes start to swell up, before Lloyd wordlessly rushes at her, embracing her in a hug.

***Rebecca:*** *Hey. Nice to see you, too.*

WILLIAM REYNES silently enters the room behind Lloyd, walking up to the bed.

***William:*** *He really missed you, you know.*

***Lloyd:*** *I didn’t know if you’d ever wake up again.*

Lloyd finally pulls away from her, sighing.

***Lloyd:*** *I’m glad you’re okay.*

***Rebecca:*** *Me too. Everything okay at school?*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeahhhh, about that… we can… talk about it another time. I’m just so relieved.*

***Rebecca:*** *I… have a lot to catch up on, don’t I? This place, it’s… it’s certainly something.*

***William:*** *I’m sure that - with time - it’ll feel like home to us. Like Willamette was to me; and the school was to Lloyd. Besides, running water is a big plus, right?* ***(He smiles lightly)***

***Rebecca:*** *Mm… that sounds lush. Imagine a hot bath… maybe we’ll all get carried away. Don’t want to get too comfortable. This place, it’s nice… but it almost feels too nice. Do these people seem prepared for the worst?*

William shakes his head slowly, a hint of worry behind his eyes.

***William:*** *They’re lost in a fantasy. I’m willing to bet at least half of them haven’t chipped a nail in the last few months, let alone fight for their lives.*

***Lloyd:*** *Most of the kids in the school don’t have any experience. I gathered that much.*

***Rebecca:*** *And the rest of our people… how are they all adjusting to the transition?*

***Lloyd:*** *I, uh… I haven’t actually seen a lot of them since we moved in. Everyone’s been given their own jobs to fall into… and the leader has been interviewing us one by one to see where we fit in.*

William bites down onto his lip, slowly pulling out a small stool beside the bed, sitting down.

***William:*** *We’ve not had much of a chance to convene in full; but I don’t think any of us are finding it too easy. We’re all outsiders here - a danger, as far as these people are concerned. Kate’s tried to reach out and talk to their… head council, or whatever the fuck - but… she’s a woman. A bunch of rich, old white men aren’t going to listen to a woman.*

***Rebecca:*** *And you and Kate… you’re on the same page now? Backing each other up? You think she can strong-arm them?*

***William: (He nods)*** *Yeah… yeah, we’re - in cahoots now. We’re okay.* ***(He leans in closer)*** *I’ve got faith in her ability to talk to them; but I don’t have faith in their ability to listen to her. If need be… Jon and I will do all the strong-arming she needs.*

***Rebecca: (She nods, understanding)*** *And what about the party tonight? I take it everyone will be showing face if it’s being thrown… in our honour. Could be a good way of scoping out and meeting the neighbours quickly.*

***Lloyd: (To Rebecca)*** *Do you feel up to going?*

***Rebecca:*** *No… but I think I’m gonna tag along anyways. Besides, I’m curious. I saw how much preparation was going into it… wine and cakes in a castle? It’s… extravagant. They’re either wasteful or have no shortage of supplies.*

***Lloyd:*** *Or both.*

***Rebecca:*** *Touché* ***(She smiles)***. A little taste of luxury couldn’t hurt us… though, I think it’ll be more overwhelming than anything. If enough of our people are there, it’ll be easier to relax. I’d quite like to see how everyone is doing.
***William:*** *Well… if you’re going, then the both of us are going too* ***(He glances at Lloyd)***. I reckon… most of us will make an effort to show - so you’ve got that comfort, at least.

William leans back in his stool, smiling.

***William:*** *I wonder if Jon is much of a partying man.*

***Lloyd:*** *I guess we’ll find out. If he even bothers to show up…*

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**Scene #13**

**WORTHWOOD - KATE’S LODGE**

That evening, KATE BLOODSTONE is standing in her lodge, looking in the mirror at herself. She’s dressed up nicely for the event. Sighing, she shakes her head.

MARCUS DOWNES appears in the doorway of the room wearing a dress shirt and some jeans.

***Marcus:*** *Hey. You ready to go?*

***Kate:*** *Yeah* ***(She nods)***. Yeah. Fuck it. Let’s go.

She opens up a drawer next to her, reaching in, expecting to grab a pack of cigarettes - but it’s empty.

***Marcus:*** *Everything alright?*

***Kate:*** *Yeah. Great.*

She smiles at him, closing the drawer.

***Kate:*** *Come on.*

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**Scene #14**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

KATE BLOODSTONE, holding hands with MARCUS DOWNES, enters through the main entrance of the castle, entering a grand lobby, where the events have only just begun. The place is busy already; there are people seen practically everywhere, yet a lot of guests were still to arrive.

***Kate:*** *Holy shit. It’s so…*

***Marcus:*** *Normal.*

Out of the corner of her eye, Kate spots ALEX WEISS standing off to the side of the room, mingling with some guests, among them, MADELYN OCONNELL.

***Madelyn:*** *Oh, you’re so funny, dear!* ***(She laughs)*** *My, what an interesting man you are! And an author at that!*

***Alex:*** *Ah, thank you so much!*

Alex smiles, grateful, before he turns his head, seeing Kate and Marcus approaching him from the side.

***Alex:*** *If you would excuse me--*

He steps away, walking toward Kate, who smiles awkwardly at him.

***Kate:*** *Alex… hey. You seem to be settling in well.*

***Alex:*** *Oh, yeah, I totally have been settling in well. Currently just trying to enjoy the party* ***(He chuckles quietly)***. *I do hope that you guys will enjoy the part as well! Psst, I heard that there are pretty good snacks here!* ***(He laughs again)***

Kate nods with a smile.

***Kate:*** *Well, uh, great. I’ll leave you guys to it. I’m going to -- take a look around.*

She and Marcus walk off, a grin creeping onto Marcus’ face.

***Marcus:*** *So… he’s doing well for himself.*

***Kate:*** *Tell me about it. He’s right at home. It’s… kind of unsettling.*

***Marcus:*** *All of this… it’s… it’s a lot. Maybe we should get some drinks.*

***Kate:*** *Aha…* ***(She smirks)***. You think we’ll need them?
***Marcus:*** *Oh, certainly. We’re at the center of it now. Besides, for the first time, maybe since the mall, it feels like it’s actually safe to have a drink, no?*

***Kate:*** *You know what, yeah. Let’s… let’s get a drink* ***(She nods)***. *Just… don’t leave my side, okay? The last thing I want is to be ambushed by the council. I need you at my side.*

***Marcus:*** *Ha… you got it, boss. Come on.*

He takes her hand again, leading her through the party.

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**Scene #15**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

Somewhere else in the castle, DANIEL ROCKWELL is standing in the middle of the party, looking like a fish out of water. LOLIDA WINDFIELD stands at his right, both men having cleaned up for the event. Lolida is still wearing his civil war uniform.

***Daniel:*** *I don’t know about this…*

***Lolida:*** *You don’t know about anything, Daniel* ***(He scoffs, nudging him)***. Besides how to be a Debbie Downer.
***Daniel:*** *Come on* ***(He shakes his head)***. Look around. Everyone’s playing fucking… fucking play pretend!
***Lolida:*** *They’re only strengthening humanity, Daniel. What’s the fault in that? What they’ve built here is no less than a miracle. What’s got your panties in a twist anyways, brother? You said you would be well-mannered tonight.*

***Daniel:*** ***(Sighing)*** *Yeah… yeah. Sorry. I’m… doing my best. Which may or may not be very good but… I’m gonna try. I am.*

***Lolida:*** *I understand, Daniel, I do. Change is, uh… difficult, especially when you’re suited to a small squad. One step is a significant step, remember that.*

Nearby, FLETCHER ROLAND is heard bursting into a hearty laugh. Accompanying Fletcher is his girlfriend KATELYN SMART, as well as JORDAN GATLON. Their laughter draws Daniel’s attention.

***Daniel:*** *Oh great. Prince Pissyprick* ***(He scoffs)***.
***Lolida:*** *Play nice.*

Jordan begins to make his way towards Daniel and Lolida, though he doesn’t see them yet. He’s wearing a tuxedo, as is Fletcher, who’s following Jordan’s path with Katelyn.

As he strides, Jordan and another man bump into each other by accident. Jordan turns, a look of disgust on his face. He swipes a sweet delicacy off the tray of a server nearby, and catapults it forward at the man who bumped into him.

***Jordan:*** *You fucking muppet, bumping into me? ME! I should take you outside and beat you like my daddeh would’ve. BEGONE, PEON!*

Jordan twists around again, ignoring the man’s presence. He strides forward.

***Jordan:*** *Fucking uncivilized apes.*

Suddenly, Jordan sees them. Daniel and Lolida.

***Jordan:*** *Hey, hey, hey!*

***Daniel:*** *Oh here we fucking go.*

***Lolida: (Whispering to Daniel)*** *Be nice.*

Fletcher and Katelyn approach the two men just after Jordan.

***Fletcher:*** *Oh, what have we here? Some of the new folks?*

Lolida steps forward, offering a handshake.

***Lolida:*** *New folk is right. Soon, it will be regular folk. Lolida Windfield, my pleasure.*

Jordan turns to face Fletcher, angry. He sees Fletcher apologizing to the man Jordan bumped into, before patting him on the back, the man walking away.

***Jordan:*** *And where the fuck have you been? We were supposed to walk in UNISON! Like one of those badass action movies, where the cast walks in a SOLID formation! And no way, you slimy hog… did you just apologize to that man on my behalf? That’s weakness, Fletcher! Weakness!*

Jordan turns back finally, a sour look resting on his face. He eyes Lolida’s extended hand.

***Jordan:*** *Fletcher. Go on, greet him. I would, but it seems  my hands are meant for food, can’t have them getting all mucky before supper, am I right?*

Fletcher remains chilled, shaking Lolida’s hand.

***Fletcher:*** ***(To Lolida)*** *Don’t take his crankiness personally. It’s just how he is. Though… judging by your uniform… and your equally cranky-looking friend there…* ***(He looks at Daniel briefly)*** *…I think I’ve heard all about the two of you. Yes! Jordan did tell me about your… rocky introduction. But oh, don’t worry about all that. The name’s Fletcher Roland. My father is our leader… I’m sure you all had to sit through one of his boring interviews.*

Katelyn smiles, clinging onto Fletcher’s arm.

***Katelyn:*** *And I’m Katelyn.*

***Lolida:*** ***(To Fletcher)*** *I see… It seems both of our companions share that insignificant flaw. And… yes, our introduction wasn’t very… warm* ***(He laughs softly)***. However, the past is the past, and the future is our priority.

Lolida nudges Daniel slightly.

***Lolida:*** *Go on and introduce yourself, you shy bug.*

Daniel glances up at them.

***Daniel:*** *Yeah. An unfortunate start to things. Hopefully it won’t have to come to that again. I’m Daniel.*

***Fletcher:*** *Well, there we go. A happy ending. Let bygones be bygones I think, eh?*

***Katelyn:*** *Woo… yay.*

Fletcher looks at Jordan with a chipper smile. At first, Jordan’s face shifts into one of disgust - before shaping into his usual smug smirk.

***Jordan:*** *Sure, bygones be bygones.*

He steps forward, looking at Daniel. He extends a hand to him.

***Jordan:*** *I will forgive you of your insubordination and recklessness, and most specifically, quite rude behaviour.*

Daniel slowly goes to shake Jordan’s hand - but when he does, Jordan yanks his hand away.

***Jordan:*** *PSYCH! Like I said, my hands are meant for food. But whatever, you’re forgiven or… whatever.*

Daniel glares at him, fighting the urge to knock Jordan’s teeth out right then and there. But he thinks of Lolida and the others, and decides to keep his cool.

***Daniel:*** *Glad we can move past that.*

***Fletcher:*** *Oh, this is swell. See? We can all get along in this lovely place and forget wasting our energy wanting to bite one another's throats out! Let’s instead celebrate the joys of life and enjoy a toast to sweeter things.*

Fletcher puts a hand on both Jordan and Daniel’s shoulder, as he calls over a waiter.

***Fletcher:*** *Waiter! Five shots of Tequila Rose over here please.*

***Katelyn:*** *Such a good idea, babe.*

***Jordan:*** *My, my, Fletcher, you’re a little Mormon boy now or something? Only this small bundle at a time? Hell, wasn’t it just the other week where we were chugging back as if it was the end of our lives? With titties in our f--*

The man quiets down, noticing Katelyn.

***Jordan:*** *Uh… anywho…*

The waiter holds out a tray of ten shots of the requested drink, and Jordan grabs one, so does Fletcher and Katelyn.

***Lolida:*** *I don’t, uh…*

Lolida pauses for a second, looking up - where he sees someone. His son, standing there, disapprovingly eyeing him. Lolida blinks a few times, and then his son is gone.

***Lolida:*** *…Drink. I don’t drink.*

***Fletcher:*** *Oh, what’s the harm in one weak shot? One weak, tasty shot! You’re here to enjoy yourself, live a little* ***(He smiles at Lolida)***. Tonight is a celebration. Your group is joining ours, it’s all so exciting. You can relax now, my friend. You’re safe here. You don’t need to have your guard up all the time.
***Katelyn:*** *You should. You deserve to have some fun tonight. It can’t have been easy like… out there on the road and stuff with all the zombies.*

She nods at Lolida, quickly downing her shot.

***Daniel:*** *He said he doesn’t drink.*

***Jordan:*** *Aw, come on, drink!*

Jordan waves one of the shot glasses in Lolida’s face, rudely. Lolida steps back, startled, breath shuddering.

***Lolida:*** *I- I apologize, I mean no offense. I don’t drink. It’s, uh--*

For a moment, his son, Lance, is standing there again. But this time - he watches Lance die, the vision realer than a memory. He gulps, shuffling awkwardly, and raises his hand to swat the shot glass out of Jordan’s hand - but he stops himself.

***Lolida:*** *It’s something - a promise, I swore to myself long ago.*

Jordan steps back, spooked by Lolida nearly knocking his drink away.

***Jordan:*** *Hey! Watch it, you old fool! This shit here is an expensive delicacy! And I’m certainly not talking about Kara!*

Jordan glances at Katelyn, having completely forgotten what her name even was.

Daniel comes between Lolida and the others, blocking them out. He faces Lolida.

***Daniel:*** *Don’t worry about it. Forget them. Go and take a breather, get a water from the bar. I’ll handle the rest of this. Trust me.* ***(He nods)*** *Trust me.*

***Lolida:*** *Right… right… Behave yourself, please.*

Lolida takes his leave, slugging off. Daniel quickly loses sight of him amongst the crowd of people.

***Daniel:*** *I’ll have a shot on his behalf.*

Daniel picks one of the shot glasses from off the tray, downing it easily. He wipes his mouth.

***Daniel:*** *There. Happy?*

***Fletcher:*** ***(To Daniel)*** *Well… technically… you still need to have your own shot* ***(He grins)***.
***Daniel:*** *Alright. Fine.*

Daniel grabs another one of the shot glasses from the tray, downing it. He slams the empty shot glass back onto the tray.

***Fletcher: (Impressed)*** *Wow! Well, I was not expecting that from you. You might just be the life of the party.*

***Katelyn:*** *Whoop whoop!*

***Jordan:*** *Life of the party? Please. Krissy, watch how a real man does his dirty laundry… with extra muck stains on them.*

Jordan lifts his shot glass to his mouth, downing it -- only for the drink to be spat back up in a haze. Jordan’s head lurches forward, throat burning. He coughs.

***Jordan:*** *What in the yanky shit was that, Fletcher? Your fucking natural ass bitch face cucked me from assorting my dominance, you cock-tease!*

***Fletcher:*** *I think we need to get you a water too, pal. Seems you're struggling.*

Fletcher stifles a laugh, before turning to Daniel.

***Fletcher:*** *It was nice to meet you, Daniel. Enjoy your night.*

Fletcher begins to escort Jordan away.

***Jordan:*** *I need a water? No, you need a water. You need a fucking water, that’s disrespectful as fuck, Fletcher. Real disrespectful, you need a water, not me, YOU!*

Jordan’s voice fades. Katelyn is left standing there with Daniel. She politely smiles at him.

***Katelyn:*** *I should probably, uh--*

***Daniel:*** *Yeah.*

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**Scene #16**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - BAR**

LOLIDA WINDFIELD waddles into the sights of the bar, leaning his arms on the counter. He eyes the bartender.

***Lolida:*** *I would like a water, please.*

The man nods, going to get Lolida his drink. While waiting, Lolida feels the gaze of somebody watching him.

***Lillian:*** *Well, hello there, soldier. Are the dead raising their arms for the South’s independence?*

Lolida turns to see LILLIAN MAKAROV, who’s standing off to his right. He smiles lightly, then chuckles.

***Lolida:*** *Oh, no-no, it’s mainly just for recreational purposes at this point.*

***Lillian:*** *Recreational? Odd to fixate on recreation when the world has come to a halt.*

***Lolida:*** *Well…* ***(He scoffs, shrugging)*** *What is life but not to hold onto hope? To faith? Seems to me, what this world needs most is joy. We were suffered a heavy blow, but does that mean the things we held close in our past life before all this - should be discarded? Swept away in favour of survival? I don’t believe so.*

Lillian chuckles quietly, looking at the drink in front of her.

***Lillian:*** *I suppose so, Mister Soldier.*

She lifts her glass, taking a sip. When done, she sets the glass back down, and extends her arm out to him.

***Lillian:*** *My name is Lillian Makarov. I’m one of the many insignificant guards here. And let me tell you… educating men and women of the fundamentals of service is not a highly interested concept here.*

The water arrives in front of Lolida. He shakes Lillian’s hand.

***Lolida:*** *Lolida Windfield… still new. Oh… it seems your community has higher priorities, I hope. However, it does come across funny to me, the protocol and such… It strikes familiarity with me for my past community was the same. I was a guard there, same as you. Ran a squad with my pals Daniel… and Grant. This man Nathaniel ran the place. He was… in simple words, a crook. One obsessed with a false image. He led many to their deaths, however I can’t resist but to pity him. He had his own motives. Yet, at times, he was a good-hearted man. He just wasn’t a leader.*

Lillian smiles gently, her hands holding the glass ahead of her.

***Lillian:*** *Yeah… many men aren’t.*

She turns, gazing across the party, where she can see Fletcher and Jordan far in the distance.

***Lillian:*** *I fear for what that boy will turn into when he’s anointed leader.*

***Lolida:*** *Oh… he seemed like a good kid to me -- Fletcher, that is.*

***Lillian:*** *He’s a good kid, don’t get me wrong. Noble. Handsome. Kind. However, the influences around him - well… let’s just say he hangs with people with bad taste. But his father now, that man is remarkable.*

***Lolida:*** *Hmph. I haven’t met the man’s father yet, but thus far all I’ve heard is good things.*

Lolida’s hand creeps towards his glass of water, raising it to his mouth to take a swig.

***Lolida:*** *I would like to get your opinion on something* ***(He looks back at her)***. Does this uniform make me look like an old fool?

Lillian purses her lips together to block a laugh.

***Lillian:*** *Yes. It absolutely does. But a handsome one, so there’s that.*

A chuckle breezes past Lolida’s lips.

***Lolida:*** *I’ll take handsome. Handsome’s good. Handsome’s solid.*

Lillian scoffed, amused by him. She moves closer to him, eyes staring into his soul.

***Lillian:*** *Say, would you be interested in dinner with me one of these lovely nights? Or perhaps the Union will feel your absence whole-heartedly.*

***Lolida: (He nods)*** *That sounds nice, Ms. Makarov, real nice. But I will have to notify Mr. Lincoln and inform him of my absence. He’ll understand, Abe’s pretty reasonable.*

***Lillian: (She chuckles)*** *Dinner it is then, Mister Soldier.*

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**Scene #17**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

WILLIAM REYNES pushes REBECCA DAWSON in her wheelchair towards the entrance of the castle. Even now, William was still fully aware of his surroundings, noticing every little detail, anything and anyone that might try to hurt him or his loved ones.

He tries to swallow his anxiety, as he, Rebecca and LLOYD WALLER enter the lobby.

***William:*** *…So how are you guys feeling about this? Excited?*

***Rebecca:*** *I’m just… curious. You sound nervous.*

***William:*** *One of us has to be. I’ve never been one for rich people parties. The thought of standing in a hall, surrounded by - plastic faces - makes me sick. But who knows - maybe it’ll be different, come the apocalypse and all.*

As the three of them enter the lobby, they are quickly noticed by a friendly face: CLAIRE NOBLE.

***Claire: (She smiles)*** *Guys. Hey. Some familiar faces.* ***(She looks down at Rebecca)*** *Rebecca, you’re…*

***Rebecca:*** *Yeah, I’m… I’m back.*

Claire leans down, the two of them hugging for a few seconds.

***Claire:*** *I’m so glad you’re alright. We were all so worried about you. How have you guys been doing?*

***William:*** *We’re doing our best.* ***(He sighs quietly)*** *It’s a big change, but… we’re trying. Lloyd here even started school again.*

***Claire:*** *And how’s that going for you, Lloyd?*

***Lloyd: (He scratches the back of his head)*** *Well, uh… not the… best? I got off to a rocky start today.*

***Claire:*** *Don’t worry about that. Nobody here has been through half of what you have. They don’t get it. These people… they’re living a fantasy. It’s nice and all but… in a way it feels like they’re trying to act like the world hasn’t ended at all. But I’m sure you guys have picked up on that as well…*

***William: (Gritting his teeth)*** *That’s what a life without hardship does to you. Sooner or later though, it’s going to come knocking. And they’re not going to be ready.*

***Rebecca:*** *Where’s Clyde?*

***Claire:*** *Oh he’s… somewhere. I… lost him in the crowd. Though honestly I’m grateful. He’s pretty much being bombarded by fans of his films everywhere he goes. I… sometimes forget he was a movie star. I should’ve anticipated this* ***(She shrugs, chuckling slightly)***.

Suddenly, a voice calls over from nearby.

***Joseph:*** *Hey, Lloyd! Lloyd, over here!*

Lloyd turns to look over, seeing JOSEPH BENSON standing with CHRISTOPHER WOODS. He waves at them awkwardly, then glances over at Rebecca and William, as if seeking approval to leave.

***Rebecca:*** *Uh, yeah. Go join them.*

***Lloyd:*** *Thanks, I’ll… I’ll see you guys in a bit.*

He walks off.

***Rebecca:*** *He has… friends? Friends. That’s good.*

***Claire:*** *I guess his first day at school wasn’t* ***all*** *bad.*

***William:*** *Guess not. Huh.* ***(He smiles)*** *Proud of him.*

***Eleanor:*** *Oh my god. Hi.*

ELEANOR BENSON comes walking over to the trio, a drink in her hand.

***Eleanor:*** ***(To Rebecca)*** *I’m so glad you made it to the party.*

***Rebecca:*** *Oh. Have we… Have we met?*

Eleanor looks down at her, a bit confused.

***Eleanor:*** *Oh, uh… yes! Just earlier, outside of the pantry? It’s me, Eleanor. I met you and your friend?*

***Rebecca:*** *You must… You must have someone else I don’t… I don’t recall…*

Rebecca slows down her speech, breathing heavier.

***Eleanor:*** *We, uh… we definitely did meet. But it’s okay if you don’t remember, I mean, this must all be so overwhelming for you. Don’t worry about it.*

***Rebecca:*** *…Right. I just, uh… I just… I don’t… I…*

She stops speaking completely, staring at the ground.

***Eleanor:*** *Is… Is everything okay?*

A look of worry enters William’s face, as he steps around to the front of the wheelchair, taking Rebecca’s hand.

***William:*** *Just breathe, it’s okay. Take it easy.*

***Eleanor:*** *I’m so sorry if… if I’ve caused something?*

William bites down on his tongue. As much as he wants to point the blame at her - he doesn’t, because it’s not her fault.

***William:*** *…Not your fault, don’t worry. She just woke up today, it’ll take her a bit to recover.*

***Rebecca:*** *I just… just… just… Just…*

***Claire:*** *Rebecca. Hey. It’s alright.*

***William:*** ***(To Eleanor)*** *Hey, uh… mind going to get her a bottle of water?*

***Eleanor:*** *Oh, of course. I’ll be right back.*

She turns, rushing off.

***Claire:*** *Rebecca.* ***(She kneels down, looking her in the eyes)*** *Are you here? Are you with us?*

Rebecca’s expression is blank, her eyes flickering around for a solid thirty seconds, before they land on Claire’s face.

***Rebecca:*** *Yes.*

Claire simply looks towards William, unsure how to take this. William is seen with a deep frown on his face.

***William:*** *Wanna go and get some fresh air?*

Eleanor returns from behind, now with a glass of water, handing it off to William.

***Eleanor:*** *Hey.*

***William:*** *Perfect. Thank you* ***(He smiles, thankful)***. Sorry about all this.

William tries to hand the water to Rebecca - but she appears to be too weak to even grab it.

***Claire:*** *Maybe we should get a doctor?*

***Rebecca:*** *Wait, I…*

Rebecca abruptly takes the glass of water from William, taking a sip of it - before taking massive gulps until the glass is empty. She wipes her mouth, her senses coming back to her.

***Rebecca:*** ***(To Claire)*** *I guess his first day of school wasn’t that bad at all. You’re right.*

***Claire:*** *I, uh… Yeah. Yeah.*

Claire looks at her, deeply confused. Meanwhile, William stands there - a dreadful feeling coming over him. He has a feeling he knows what’s happening, but doesn’t want to say it.

***William:*** *We’re gonna have to go see Doctor Larkin tomorrow. Are you okay with that?*

***Rebecca: (She nods)*** *Doctor Larkin… Yeah.* ***(She looks up at Eleanor)*** *Hello.*

Eleanor reads the room, and decides to take a new approach.

***Eleanor:*** *Hi. I’m Eleanor Benson, it’s so nice to meet you.*

***Rebecca:*** *Rebecca* ***(She smiles)***. Have you lived here long, Eleanor?
***Eleanor:*** *Me and my son arrived here a couple months ago. He’s… actually the one with the headband over there talking to… Is that your son? I think our sons are friends.*

***William:*** *That they are, ma’am* ***(He nods slowly)***. You guys must’ve felt lucky, finding this place as soon as you did.
***Eleanor:*** *We did. We were only out there for a couple of weeks but we, uh… It was a lot. I can’t begin to imagine what you and your people have been through. Something tells me that… there’s a lot you can teach us* ***(She looks at him, genuinely)***. I lost my husband in the first week. Joseph’s father. I think about it every day and every night. Everything has happened so fast. Just mere months ago the world was… normal.

She takes a moment to recompose herself.

***Eleanor:*** *A lot of the people here have never had to face the horrors beyond the walls. Maybe that’s a good thing, maybe it isn’t. I’m not an expert myself. But what I do know is that this place is special. Whatever’s going on out there in the rest of the world, the chaos, the murder, the…* ***(She shakes her head)*** *Worthwood is a return to normality. The closest thing we can get to it, at least, until this maybe all… blows over.*

For a moment, William is surprised to hear such solemn words from a resident of Worthwood. It gives him hope - hope that maybe not everybody behind these walls are helpless.

***William:*** *I suppose you’re right. If there’s an opportunity to wake up in the morning and eat a genuine breakfast, then we’d be fools not to take it. We should learn to take comfort in the little things again.*

***Eleanor: (She smiles)*** *I’m glad to hear that.*

***Rebecca:*** *So… Eleanor. Tell me about your son. How old is he?*

As Eleanor and Rebecca continue talking, Claire steps aside with William.

***Claire:*** *I should probably go and find Clyde now. I think Rebecca’s in good hands with Eleanor. Don’t worry too much.*

***William:*** *…Yeah. Make sure Clyde doesn’t get himself carried away* ***(He smiles)***.
***Claire:*** *Clyde? Getting carried away? Of course now. I’m sure he’s--*

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**Scene #18**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

Across the lobby, with a dazzling smile, CLYDE ROLLINS is standing amongst a crowd of people, who’re all practically pulling him in different directions, asking questions.

***Clyde:*** *You know. The zombie killing itself actually becomes quite easy after a while. I’ve become something of an expert.*

***Maggie:*** *Oh, Mr. Rollins. You must be so brave to have lasted out there as long as you did. And your eye… oh gosh your eye… It’s like that pirate movie you were in. Oh, that was one of my favourites. It’s such a good rom-com.*

***Clyde:*** *Please… call me Clyde. And yes, my eye, a battle scar of mine from being in the thick of it. But alas, you’re right, I did wear an eyepatch for the entire duration of my rom-com ‘Island Booty’, which was one of the films that kick started my career. I owe a lot to that particular flick.*

***Claire:*** *Ahem.*

Clyde turns around to see CLAIRE NOBLE trying to get his attention through the crowd of people.

***Clyde:*** *Oh, excuse me a moment.*

Clyde walks past everyone and over to Claire, smiling.

***Clyde:*** *Hello, pookie.*

***Claire:*** *A moment please? Walk and talk.*

***Clyde:*** *Very well, very well.*

He bows to the crowd once more, before starting to walk with her.

***Clyde:*** *What’s on your mind?*

***Claire:*** *You’re fairly making yourself at home, aren’t you? I mean… you’re on top form. Just like that.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, well, I figured I’d try my best to enjoy it for what it’s worth. How about you? Mingling?*

***Claire:*** *Not really. Rebecca’s awake though.*

***Clyde:*** *Oh, how relieving. That’s excellent news. Have you seen anyone else?*

***Claire:*** *I saw Layton at the chocolate fountain. He’s indulging himself. But you, mister. Are not abandoning me again. No way.*

***Clyde:*** *Fine, fine… I suppose I can enjoy the perks of my stardom another time. I’ll admit, it’s fun to just… to just be engulfed in all of that. Even if it’s just for a little while. You know, I’ve heard gossip that the council are interested in meeting me* ***(He grins)***.
***Claire:*** *What? …Well, I suppose they would. You were a big star before…*

She goes quiet, looking at him.

***Clyde:*** *Why are you looking at me like that? Are you cooking something up?*

***Claire:*** *No… I’m just… thinking* ***(She nods)***.
***Clyde:*** *Thinking?*

***Claire:*** *Yes, Clyde. I’m thinking.*

They continue to walk through the party.

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**Scene #19**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

Meanwhile, KATE BLOODSTONE is standing in front of a banquet table, viewing the platters of food scattered across the table. But something about it, and about the entire party made her feel sick to her stomach.

She zones out for a few moments, consumed by her own thoughts, before the sound of somebody chewing on a turkey leg is heard beside her. She turns slowly, seeing LAYTON ZIMMERS moving down the table towards her, grabbing all sorts of food, tasting and trying them. He doesn’t even notice Kate until he nearly bumps into her.

***Layton:*** *Kate.*

***Kate:*** *…Layton.*

***Layton:*** *I just need to… uh…*

Layton shuffles past her, just trying to get to some more food.

***Layton:*** *If you could just…*

***Kate:*** *Oh… right.*

She steps aside to let Layton pick up a cupcake he was trying to grab. Then, the man waddles off without another word.

***Marcus:*** *Hey. Everything okay?*

MARCUS DOWNES and ALDUS PAXTON approach Kate.

***Kate:*** *God… I thought I’d lost you* ***(She exhales)***. Hiya, Aldus.
***Marcus:*** *We were just catching up* ***(He nods)***.
***Aldus:*** *Yeah, it’s a lot to take in, and he spooked me* ***(He chuckles)***.
***Marcus:*** *Have you seen the council milling around yet?*

***Kate:*** *Eh, surprisingly not. But I know they’re in here somewhere.*

***Aldus:*** *Yeah, that council is, uh -- They’re definitely something. Good food though, and the drinks too at least. Never expected to have a welcoming party inside of a castle in a million years.*

***Marcus:*** *How was your interview? Have they assigned you a job yet?*

***Aldus:*** *Yeah, it went well. I’ll be out hunting soon like the good ol’ days.*

***Marcus:*** *Honestly… it’ll probably be refreshing getting to go out beyond the walls regularly. You won’t ever be too comfortable. That’s a good thing* ***(He nods)***.
***Aldus:*** *It’s crazy, though. I thought after the mall… we’d never have walls around us again. And yeah, glad I’m not staying inside laying back like that bullet got it.*

Aldus glances around the lobby.

***Aldus:*** *Well, I’m gonna head off and check out the rest of this castle, and mingle with the other residents. You two have fun. Good catching up though!*

He turns, walking off.

***Kate:*** *Oh. He’s feeling adventurous. Hoping to meet someone, you think?*

***Marcus:*** *Hey, it would do him a lot of good. Maybe.*

Marcus looks at her, taking her hand.

***Marcus:*** *This place… it’s everything you and I used to talk about.*

***Kate:*** *It is.*

***Marcus:*** *Sure… Maybe there’s a lot of work to be done here. It needs to be a little more realistic but… look around. Did you ever think you’d see anything like this ever again?*

***Kate:*** *No* ***(She shakes her head)***. No, I didn’t. It was a pipe dream. We just need to… wake the council up… crack some skulls.

Marcus raises an eyebrow, looking at her curiously.

***Kate:*** *Not… literally. Well, unless they leave us no choice. If they aren’t willing to… to reason with us… they’ll be dealing with William and Jon. Not me. This place… it really is something remarkable. We need to make sure it stays that way. The people in charge need to be knocked down a peg. We’ll do just that.*

From the side, HEATHER SOLIS is seen walking up the two of them. Upon her arrival, she bows her head.

***Heather:*** *Hi, Kate. Marcus. Gerald just wanted to thank you for coming to the party. He--*

***Kate:*** *Where is Gerald?*

***Heather:*** *Oh, he’s currently chatting with guests, but he had hoped to see you by the end of the--*

While Heather is speaking, Kate scans the room around her, locking onto GERALD ROLAND speaking to a few people in the distance.

***Kate:*** *I’ll just go and chat with him now.*

She starts to walk off, leaving Heather. Marcus quickly follows her.

***Marcus:*** ***(Muttering)*** *Oh, shit.*

Across the room, Gerald leans on his cane while in the middle of a conversation with another man, CHARLES HOPKINS.

***Gerald:*** *Oh, it’s definitely a good thing. I mean, ultimately we aim for growth above all else. But being able to accommodate that growth is important. We can’t just sustain the masses behind these walls forever. We will need to look into some kind of expansion. I mean, you’re the expert, Charlie. Draw something up, pitch it to me in the coming days.*

***Charles:*** *Of course, yes. It’ll be costly… The castle walls are one thing but… an expansion beyond that in this open plain would require a lot of construction and supplies to make it happen. It would be an expensive project, Gerald. I only ask that we don’t rush into this… You know, I--*

***Gerald:*** *I understand. Don’t worry. I’m not going to rush you* ***(He chuckles)***. Do whatever you need to do to make it right. If it ends up being a big project, we can just expand the construction team tenfold.
***Kate:*** *Hello.*

Gerald turns, surprised to see Kate approaching him, before abruptly stopping in her tracks in front of him.

***Gerald:*** *Oh, uh… Kate. Aha. I wasn’t, uh… expecting to get ambushed like this, I, uh…*

***Kate:*** *During a social call? Isn’t that… the point of all this? I thought we should have a chat. I did get your letter.*

***Gerald:*** *No, you’re right. Of course. Of course, Kate. We can talk… Let’s just try to… keep it civil this time. We don’t want any, uh… you know.*

JUSTIN BENNETT hastily paces over to the pair, a grin planted on his face.

***Justin:*** *Ohhhhhh shit. Godzilla’s back in the house. Stomp fuckin’ stomp. Joking, of course. I’m joking. It’s all jokes.*

Marcus catches up to Kate, taking his place by her side.

***Marcus:*** *Hi.*

***Justin:*** *…ooooooh shit, and she brought backup. Meow.*

He grins, extending a hand to Marcus.

***Justin:*** *Justin Bennett. Nice to meet you.*

Marcus goes to shake his hand.

***Marcus:*** *Marcus Dow--*

Justin pulls his hand away, cutting him off.

***Justin:*** *Awesome. That’s great. That’s just great. You’re her… uh… brother? Boyfriend?*

***Marcus:*** *B--*

***Justin:*** *Brother?*

Marcus frowns, already becoming impatient with him.

***Justin:*** *My bad, my bad. All jokes here. All jokes.*

He pats Marcus on the arm, roughly, before turning to Kate.

***Justin:*** *And how are you doing? Crushed any cities recently?*

***Kate:*** *You’ve got a little something right there* ***(She nods at his nose)***. Enjoying some coke, are you?

Justin wipes the white power off his face, brushing his arm along his shoulder. He looks at Kate, still smiling.

***Justin:*** *Listen… fuck you. And for the record… I’m a Pepsi guy. Okay? Even though I know that’s not what you were referring to, so…*

***Kate:*** *Gerald. Can we chat now?*

***Gerald:*** *Well, uh, what exactly do you want to… talk about, Kate? There’s a time and a place for business…*

Standing nearby is NAOMI STAFFORD, holding a glass of red wine in her hand. Her other hand is placed on the shoulder of her son HENRY STAFFORD, keeping him close. She sips at the wine, before handing it off to her husband CHESTER STAFFORD when she suddenly spots Kate talking with Gerald.

***Naomi:*** *Oh my god. Oh my god! Look who is back on the prowl.*

She immediately starts to stride over to them with Henry, while Chester trails behind them like a servant.

***Naomi:*** *If she thinks she can just stroll up to us again… No, absolutely not. No.*

Naomi scans the room quickly.

***Naomi:*** *Richard! Richard! Oh my god, where is he?*

Finally, Naomi, Chester and Henry make it to where Kate is, and it doesn’t take her more than a second to point a finger in her face, complaining.

***Naomi:*** *Excuse me. For the record, I had nothing to do with that letter of ‘apology’  that you received. You were frankly rude and your behaviour was unacceptable. I do not forgive you.*

***Marcus:*** *Ma’am… How about you just calm down? We’re trying to be civil here. I see no reason to--*

***Naomi:*** *What even…? Who are you?*

Naomi turns again, seeing RICHARD NEUBLE standing in the distance.

***Naomi:*** *RICHARD! Get over here! That crazy lady is trying to bully us into her ways again!*

***Kate:*** *Oh, for the love of god. Can you not be so extra for just two seconds? I’m trying to clear things up…*

Richard, who was admiring a painting with a smile, suddenly turns, hearing Naomi’s yells. His smile falls from his face, as he starts to scurry over to the group, holding a glass of wine as well.

***Richard:*** *Crazy lady, Naomi? What crazy lady?*

Richard then notices Kate, eyeing her up and down.

***Richard:*** *…Ahhhh… Mm, of course.*

***Kate: (She sighs)*** *Look. What you have here… is special. It is. There is no denying that what you’ve built is extraordinary. But there are certain things you aren’t taking seriously that put this place and its people at risk. My group only wants to help to better prepare this place for the world beyond the walls. Sooner or later, trouble will come knocking… and you can’t enjoy all of the good things you’ve made here if it’s destroyed.*

Richard slowly nods his head, eyes flickering towards Naomi with a look of discomfort, before he shifts his attention back to Kate. He opens his mouth to speak - but then closes it suddenly, not being able to say anything. Richard simply gives one short nod, then walks away.

***Kate:*** *Are you fucking kidding me? Is he being for real?*

***Naomi:*** *Frankly, honey… he’s just not very interested in what you have to say. It’s manipulative and it’s… a form of gaslighting. You’re the one looking to destroy us. We’ve been fine until now, thank you very much.*

***Kate:*** *You’re fucking insane. You’re not real. You’re not a serious person. You’re--*

***Naomi:*** *Excuse me? Watch your language, missy. Do not harass me. My SON is here!* ***(She points at Henry)***.

Henry’s eyes are glued to the ground, his cheeks flushes, embarrassed.

***Naomi:*** *You’re scaring him. Oh my god she’s scaring him.* ***(She looks at Chester, pinching him)*** *Do something!*

***Chester:*** *Er, uh, uh… Henry. Why don’t we go and get you some ice cream? Would you like that?*

Henry inhales, glancing up at his father, more annoyed now than anything for being treated like a toddler. But he’d do anything to get out of the radiance of Naomi.

***Henry:*** *…Yeah, sure.*

Chester smiles, and they start to walk off.

***Naomi:*** *Honey, my wine. My wine!*

***Chester:*** *Oh. Silly me. Apologies, dear.*

He returns, handing the wine over to her.

***Naomi:*** *Thank you. Now go.*

Nodding quickly, Chester turns again, speeding after his son. When they’re gone, Gerald clears his throat, stepping forward and taking control of the conversation again.

***Gerald:*** *Listen, Kate. I understand what you’re saying. I think you’re right… You and I maybe need to have a talk without so much… interference.*

***Kate:*** *I appreciate that. It’s all I’m really asking for. We need to be on the same page moving forward. Let me and my people help your community. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.*

***Gerald:*** *I do admire your… enthusiasm, Kate. But I do also have to ask that you be more respectful of the chain of command here, okay? You can’t just… butt in with all of your ideas as if they’re gospel. I mean, we’ve clearly done something right here, if you and your people like it so much.*

***Justin:*** *Yeah, fuckin’ right. Boom. That’s a one-two punch Gerald for you. Kyah. Knocked on your ass.*

***Marcus:*** *Man, just shut the fuck up.*

***Justin:*** *Noted* ***(He sips at his drink)***.
***Naomi:*** *For the record… I don’t agree with any of this. Any of it. You should just know your place and be grateful that you’re here. But it is what it is, this can be dealt with another time in the form of official business.*

Naomi turns, marching off.

***Gerald:*** *There we go… that’s progress. Happy, Kate?*

***Kate:*** *We’ll see how things go, yeah.*

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**Scene #20**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

As the party continues on, ALDUS PAXTON walks around the castle, largely unsure of what to do. While going, someone accidentally bumps into him, causing him to drop a glass of water he’s holding. It shatters off the floor, as Aldus looks up to see who bumped him.

***Mary:*** *Shit! I’m sorry. I didn’t see where I was going.*

Aldus looks towards MARY DAVIS, letting out a soft chuckle.

***Aldus:*** *It’s fine, it’s not your fault. I was just looking around too. This party is massive, so I was getting the sights of what I could see until -- y’know.*

He steps aside, picking up a glass of wine from the tray of a passing server.

***Mary:*** *You’re one of the new people that arrived, right? I heard we had just gotten some fresh faces in the community.*

***Aldus:*** *Yeah, we’ve been here for five days now. I’ve not really been exploring too much -- besides this welcoming party is cozy. Haven’t been somewhere with walls around in ages, so it’s a nice return to form.*

***Mary:*** *Where did you and your friends come from before arriving? Was it somewhere nearby or somewhere far?*

***Aldus:*** *This town in Colorado called Willamette. Not really a gigantic place, but it was home for what felt like ages. Things happened, so we had to move. Eventually we ended up at this alright motel called Woodsview. Wasn’t anything fancy, but it was close to the woods, so hunting wasn’t that far. Then, of course, as fate would have it, those sisters asked if we wanted to go to this community - and after a second time asking, we all arrived.*

***Mary:*** *Willamette… I’ve been there. My grandparents used to live in that town, and I’d visit them in the summer. There was this mall they had that was always a blast to go to.*

***Aldus:*** *Yeah… That mall was where we were. Believe it or not, it was home, at least homelike -- but yeah. I myself hadn’t been to the town before, but I was going there for reasons unrelated to Black Friday and well… met people I thought would feel like a family to me.*

A frown appears on his face, as Aldus quiets down, remembering everything that happened in Willamette. Mary, seeing how bothered he is talking about the topic, changes up the conversation.

***Mary:*** *You wanna see the view from outside?*

***Aldus:*** *Sure. Oh, and name’s Aldus.*

***Mary:*** *Mary.*

They shake hands, and Mary keeps holding onto the top of Aldus’ hand as they head outside into a courtyard; a far less crowded area, but there’s tables set up with more plates of food on them. One man taking some food from the table is BARRY CHALLIS, who gives a polite nod to Aldus, before heading inside.

As Aldus and Mary approach the railing, they look out, taking in the view of Worthwood. It’s a beautiful view; street lights line the roads, some lodges have their lights on, and a small but pretty stream runs down the middle of the community. Further out in the distance is primarily woods, but some plains as well.

***Mary:*** *This whole place. It’s pretty much the home we’ve all lived in since this ‘Green Poison’ thing happened. Some of us were out there for weeks, months, and had almost lost it all before getting here.*

***Aldus:*** *Yeah… It’s never easy going outside of those walls because there’s always a threat looming. There’s the dead and groups… groups that aren’t always there to help you. But there’s one thing that’s always present inside a community and outside one… That’s hope. This place has a lot of it, and as long as there’s hope, there’s not much to worry about when you’re going outside these walls.*

***Mary:*** *Yeah. Aside from Barry stealing all the food.*

The both of them laugh a little, still looking out at the community.

***Mary:*** *I’d be happy to show you around Worthwood if you’re not busy hunting.*

***Aldus:*** *I’ll take you up on that offer. Shall we go back for food? As long as Barry hasn’t taken it all* ***(He chuckles)***.
***Mary:*** ***(She smiles)*** *Yeah.*

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**Scene #21**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

Back inside the lobby, NAOMI STAFFORD is standing by a window overlooking the community, a scowl on her face. She sips at her wine, all the while her eyes scan the room like a hawk, taking in every unfamiliar, ungrateful face.

***Naomi:*** *The audacity. The sheer audacity of that little brat. Just looking at her makes me angry. She’s just… so ignorant, you know? So… demanding. It… it gives me the ick. I get bad vibes from her. Real negative energy.*

BARBARA RHODES nods in agreement, tugging Naomi’s sleeve a little.

***Barbara:*** *I know, I know. That nasty new boy brutalized Jerry at school today. A feral attack. My poor boy…*

Barbara tenses up, covering one of her eyes with her hand to stall incoming, non-existent tears.

***Barbara:*** *How can they act like that? Like… like savages?*

ALLAN WHITE shakes his head.

***Allan:*** *I’ve got my doubts about this party for these people. For all we know they could be like that child that attacked yours.*

***Betty:*** *Maybe you just aren’t too enthusiastic about them, dear. After all, it’s been a long time since we had new faces in the community, and look what happened when we gave them a chance. They got used to their new home and they’ve even become friends with us.*

Naomi scoffs quietly at BETTY WHITE’s words, as she takes a chug of her wine.

***Naomi:*** *You know, the problem is, these people think they’re better than us. They are coming in all high and mighty and it’s… it’s imposing. It’s threatening. And it’s not okay. And you’re right, Babs, what they did to your boy cannot go unpunished with just some… light tap on the shoulder, it’s… it’s outrageous.*

***Allan:*** *Something about these folks seems different. Sure, I’ve grown to call the others friends, but they’ve been out there since this whole thing began it seems. Bringing in someone who’s used to a hellish world could undo all of this. Sorry, it’s just that -- that if you let someone in from the outside, chances are they’ll screw you the first chance they get. Who wouldn’t want to be in charge of Worthwood? It’s a big community we all live in, has supplies, has walls, and it feels like home.*

***Betty:*** *Just give them a chance. They haven’t done anything besides make you grumpy.*

Allan gazes around the room, seeing some of the strangers from William’s group, the fear of what they might do lingering at the top of his mind.

***Allan:*** *We’ll see if they’re good people, or bad people. Maybe they do think they are better, maybe they don’t. We’ve just gotta see what fate has in store for us.*

***Naomi:*** *Mm. Cheers to that.*

Naomi finishes her wine.

***Naomi:*** *I need a refill. Waiter! Get me some Pinot Grigio, will you?*

Barbara, who’s in her own world, suddenly sees LLOYD WALLER standing in the distance, talking with some of the other kids.

***Barbara:*** ***(Bitterly)*** *It must be that little devil over there. I’ve never seen him before. He shouldn’t be allowed in here after what he did to Jerry. Really, Naomi, surely there’s something you can do?*

***Naomi:*** *I certainly won’t be letting my boy anywhere near that little rogue. He could assault him, too. I’ll see to it that he receives his education… separately, to that of our boys. Mark my words.*

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**Scene #22**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

LLOYD WALLER stands between JOSEPH BENSON and CHRISTOPHER WOODS, a nice dress shirt and jeans on. He’s grateful to have some positive company with Joseph and Chris - yet all he can think about when he looks at them is the horrific deaths of Kyle, Bernie, Tony, and everyone else he knew.

Joseph, seeing Lloyd staring off into space, clapping his hands down onto his shoulders.

***Joseph:*** *Earth to Lloyd, heeeeeelllloooooo?*

Lloyd snaps out of his trance, looking at Joseph, a bit alarmed. But he doesn’t respond.

***Joseph:*** *You look like you’ve seen a ghost or two. Or three. Chill out, man - relax. Party. That’s why we’re here, remember? Live it up.*

***Christopher:*** *You alright, Lloyd? You even here with us?*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah, yeah. I, uh, yeah. I’m here. It’s just a lot. How do you, uh… What do you guys usually do at, uh… stuff like this?*

***Joseph:*** *Uhh… talk? Y'know people stuff - socializing, interacting, joking, having fun. You… are a person, right? Not like an… alien in disguise, or something.*

***Christopher: (To Joseph)*** *Hey, I’m not exactly a social butterfly. Maybe Lloyd isn’t either.* ***(He turns to Lloyd)*** *You could be like me, go find a corner and read a book or something.*

***Lloyd:*** *What, uh, what kinda stuff do you read? Like novels… comic books? Is there a library?*

***Christopher:*** *Of course there’s a library. Not very big -- uh, but it’s got some stuff. I read novels, comics ain’t my thing. But -- if they’re your thing, I know where some are. You look like a comic guy.*

***Lloyd:*** *Hah…* ***(He scratches the back of his head)*** *I… yeah. My friend and I used to read ‘em  all the time together… before and after everything happened.* ***(He nods)*** *He was a… big fan. Kind of got me hooked on them, too.*

***Joseph:*** *I bet he’s up there right now thinking ‘Damn, I wish Lloyd would read a comic book in my honour right about now’. So what are you waiting for? Standing around looking all glum and sad is only gonna make you feel worse at the end of the day.*

***Christopher:*** *He’s right. I can show you right now if you’d like.*

Lloyd does his best to smile - deciding that these guys were alright.

***Lloyd:*** *I guess I wouldn’t mind having a look at… school tomorrow. You know, if I’m not… barred from the building.*

***Joseph:*** *…Nah, it wasn’t THAT bad. You kicked his ass and all but they can’t deprive you of a precious education for something that silly.*

***Christopher:*** *I mean… Jerry was asking for it, dude. I think it’d be stupid if they barred you from coming to school.*

Speaking of school, it’s at this moment that TODD GLOVER is seen walking through the grand entrance with his daughter VIOLET GLOVER. There’s a sour and unpleasant look across the man’s face, and by no means did he appear thrilled to be here. But in spite of that, he puts on a smile and leaves Violet to go chat with some friends.

Violet herself wears an oversized black hoodie, exceptionally different from the clothing everybody else is wearing. There’s fresh bandages covering parts of her face.

Seemingly out of nowhere, MELANIE HOPKINS squeezes into the boys’ conversation from behind, as they observe Violet from afar.

***Melanie:*** *She’s been clumsy again. I can just tell.*

Joseph spins around, startled, as he coughs awkwardly, putting a hand on his chest.

***Joseph:*** *Jesus Christ, that’s a heart attack and a half.*

***Melanie:*** *Sorrrrrry, didn’t mean to scare you.*

Violet, spotting the group of them, starts to make her way over.

***Violet:*** *Hey.*

***Melanie:*** *Vy… I’ve been waiting for you all night. Were you… again?*

***Violet: (She shrugs)*** *It’s fine. I’m fine, seriously. You need to chill. Alright? I’m here now.*

***Melanie:*** *It’s dangerous.*

***Lloyd:*** *What, uh… What is? …Dangerous, I mean.*

***Violet:*** *Oh. Hey there, new kid.*

***Lloyd:*** *Hey.*

***Violet:*** *You put on quite the show earlier. Wanted to make a… strong first impression?*

***Lloyd: (He shrugs, looking guilty)*** *I don’t, uh… I don’t really… Sorry if he was your friend. I, uh… I kind of--*

***Violet:*** *You don’t need to apologize to me. He was being a dick. I think everyone here agrees..*

Melanie, Joseph and Christopher all nod their heads.

***Melanie:*** *Oh yeah. For sure. Yeah.*

***Joseph:*** *Definitely. Grade-A asshole. Peak quality. Prime example.*

***Lloyd:*** *So… uh.* ***(He looks at Violet)*** *You know how to handle yourself out there?*

***Violet:*** *You cut right to the chase, don’t you?*

She pauses, deciding how to answer his question.

***Violet:*** *Yeah. A little bit. Why?* ***(She looks at Melanie)*** *What did you tell him?*

***Melanie:*** *What?! I didn’t tell him anything! It was probably Joseph and his big mouth!* ***(She shoves him)***

***Joseph:*** *It was NOT! I didn’t say anything, scout’s honour!*

***Melanie:*** *Anyways… It’s not like it’s a big deal. It’s not a secret that you keep breaking curfew rules and going outside the walls.*

Violet sighs, looking towards Lloyd.

***Violet:*** *Come with me, new guy. Come on.*

She starts to walk off without waiting for an answer.

***Lloyd:*** *Uh… I guess I just…*

Joseph gives him a thumbs up, while Melanie tugs on Lloyd’s arm.

***Melanie:*** *If she tries to take you outside the walls, don’t let her! I’ll kill you, new kid. Kill you!*

***Lloyd:*** *Right. Yeah. Got it.*

He quickly jogs after her.

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**Scene #23**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - COURTYARD - LATE EVENING**

LLOYD WALLER follows VIOLET GLOVER outside into a quieter area of the castle. They walk out into a courtyard, distancing themselves from the party, the sounds of people chatting and laughing dying away.

***Lloyd:*** *So, uh… what’re… Where’re we going?*

***Violet:*** *Just for a walk. Somewhere quiet* ***(She shrugs)***. You don’t have to, if you’d rather go back inside.
***Lloyd:*** *No… no, it’s cool, it’s cool. All that back there isn’t… really my thing. It’s just kind of…*

***Violet:*** *Performative?*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah… Yeah, I guess* ***(He nods)***.
***Violet:*** *Yeah. Never got used to it myself. Truthfully, I just wanted the chance to talk to you. So… ease up, yeah?*

Soon, they exit the courtyard entirely, the sounds of the party having completely vanished. Now, Lloyd follows Violet onto an uneven, steep dirt path around the side of the castle. Lloyd stops for a moment, unsure whether he wants to keep going.

***Violet:*** *Coming? I’ve got a favourite spot.*

He nods, and decides to keep going, climbing up the path after her. When they reach the top, Violet takes a seat on a large rock, looking down at the entire community below.

***Lloyd:*** *So… you sneak out of here?*

***Violet:*** *I do.*

She pats a spot on the rock next to her, signaling for him to sit down. Lloyd sits, looking down at Worthwood with her.

***Lloyd:*** *Why? Are you…*

***Violet:*** *Like you? No, probably not like you, Lloyd. But I’ve been out there more than most of the people in this community have. My dad and I only got here a month ago. Being exposed to everything out there changes you quick. I could tell immediately that you’re nothing like any of the other kids in our class.*

***Lloyd:*** *So you really have spent a lot of time out there, huh* ***(He nods)***. That makes sense. You’ll probably understand me a lot better than anyone else, then.
***Violet:*** *Those guys in there have good intentions. You’ll get along with Joseph like a house on fire if you just open yourself up a little bit. I did that with Mel* ***(She smiles)***.
***Lloyd:*** *She really seems to care for you a lot. Really worries about you. Why do you sneak out?*

***Violet:*** *Because… being out there makes me feel… alive.*

***Lloyd:*** *And what, you… you get into scraps out there? Have any close calls? You’re always patched up* ***(He points out her bandages)***.
***Violet:*** *Well, yeah. I like to climb a lot, I like to explore out there. I’ve gotten into a lot of trouble for it.*

***Lloyd:*** *I… I get it. I haven’t been here long… and while I love the idea of this place, I just can’t… bring myself to…*

Lloyd pauses for a few seconds, looking down.

***Lloyd:*** *I don’t know.*

***Violet:*** *It’s okay. I understand. Maybe you’ll want to go beyond the walls too, soon enough.*

***Lloyd:*** *Doesn’t your dad… like… get angry?*

***Violet:*** *Oh. He does. The first time he found out didn’t go over well. We argue about it a lot. But… I understand him. Things weren’t easy for us out there. I’m sure you understand that too.*

***Lloyd:*** *Do you… do you wanna talk about it?* ***(He looks at her sadly)***

***Violet: (Shaking her head)*** *No. Not now, at least. I just want to enjoy this moment. I’m glad to have met someone who is like me.*

Lloyd simply nods, looking up at the night sky with her.

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah. Me too.*

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**Scene #24**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

***Ed:*** *This place is amazing. I mean… are you… are you seeing this? I don’t mean to point out the obvious, it’s just… Wow. We’re in a room with fine food and drink… and cleanliness and… power! Power! Solar power and - and I’ve heard they’ve got running generators too supporting it all. Whoever did this is just… some kind of genius. I keep looking around for the guy.*

KATE BLOODSTONE looks over at ED ANDERSON, smiling a little.

***Kate:*** *Your enthusiasm is infectious, Ed. You’re like a kid on Christmas. Seriously, go and find the guy. This community could use your skills, I don’t know why they’re wasting you in construction.*

***Ed:*** *Well… Maybe they’re just looking for me to prove myself, or something. This place is spectacular, Kate. I hope all of our people like it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to continue my search.*

Kate watches him go, before taking a moment to look around her surroundings, looking from table to table, group to group. She can see the old grump from the council, RICHARD NEUBLE, sitting at one table, alone, grasping a wine glass, which he takes a swallow of.

Then, a little girl, no older than seven, comes running up to Richard, holding a plate with a slice of chocolate cake.

***Kelly:*** *Grandpa! Look what I got, grandpa!*

The old grump suddenly comes to life, his slouched demeanor transforming, sitting up straight, a smile coming to his face.

***Richard:*** *Oh my-- now that is a beautiful slice of cake. You’ve got me jealous!* ***(He chuckles)*** *How’s the party so far, darling? Have you met any of the newcomers yet?*

Kate turns away, a bit puzzled at his sudden change in demeanor, his burst of energy, and she can’t help but smile a little bit. She then begins to walk through a crowd of people, mistakenly bumping into a man.

***Kate:*** *Oh, forgive me--*

She looks up at the man, recognizing him.

***Kate:*** *Dean?*

***Dean:*** *Oh, Kate!--Hi!*

DEAN HOWARDS smiles wide, ecstatic to see somebody he knows.

***Dean:*** *God, I was wondering when I was gonna run into one of us… So many -- people. It’s insane. I hope you’re enjoying--whatever this is* ***(He laughs quietly)***. I haven’t felt something like this in… so long.
***Kate:*** *Yeah it’s… overwhelming. But… good, right? This is what we used to talk about on the road together. This is what we wanted. And now that we’re here it feels so… odd.*

***Dean:*** *You know… I’d say we’ve earned it. It’s great to just have a moment to relax, you know?*

Dean’s smile drops a bit, as he begins to think about everyone they’ve lost - most importantly, Jim, and how he wishes they were all here too.

***Dean:*** *I’m really glad you pushed for this. Thank you. Seriously. I think - we all needed it. There’s a reason for things - the way they happened. I know we made it here… for a reason. We could’ve all died a long time ago, but we didn’t.*

***Kate: (She nods)*** *No matter what… we have to make this work. We’re going to make this work. For us, for the group, for everyone. We owe it to those we lost. We* ***have*** *to make this work. The council are making it difficult… but if push comes to shove then we…* ***(She leans in)*** *…we’ll do what we have to do to win this place. As peacefully as possible.*

Dean nods slowly, his lips tightening for a second.

***Dean:*** *No matter what, I’m with us… But I think the council will come around. I think-- I know we can make this work.*

His eyes look around the room again, seeing children running around and playing.

***Dean:*** *It’s cool to be people again. I, uh-- saw that they had a church. I was thinking -- getting involved with the people, making them understand we’re here to help - on their level. It could help a lot for the long run.*

***Kate:*** *I agree. That’s good thinking. Stay by my side during that process. I could use your help, Dean. We’ll convince them together. For now… just… try to enjoy tonight.* ***(She pats him on the arm)*** *We might as well indulge in these obscene luxuries while they’re on offer.*

***Dean:*** *Oh, believe me, indulge we DEFINITELY shall. I saw they had whiskey, I mean… FANCY whiskey. Last time I had any amount of liquor was that-- god awful crap in the church. I mean, it tasted like gasoline. I had this horrible taste burned into my taste buds for so long. Now I’m thinking about the timing - it’s a very good thing I’m gonna sign up for that church. I’m gonna need to literally repent for many decades after this night. And yes - I will try and watch myself… Somewhat. I feel like tonight is a small exception.*

***Kate:*** *It is. Enjoy yourself. I need to go and find Marcus. I’ll be back.*

***Dean:*** *Catch you later, don’t get ripped apart by the tsunami of people!*

He watches her go, before exhaling, and looking around. Just beyond a group of people, he sees an older man dressed in clerical clothing, and a black hat to go with it, arguing with LAYTON ZIMMERS.

***Layton:*** *Nonsense! That… lord above of yours is a big shitter! He just shits and poops all over the world. No, no, I don’t subscribe to those cults. Silly stuff.*

FATHER DONOVAN stares at him in disbelief, and in horror.

***Donovan:*** *What in the-- How* ***dare*** *you speak ill of God like that? You sir, are astoundingly ignorant. No, I won’t waste my time dealing with you. You hear me? You’re going to die alone! The lord won’t welcome you into paradise when you come crawling to his gates!*

He yells after Layton, who marches away from him. The Father wheezes, holding onto a cane planted firmly on the floor. He then grumbles, starting to walk off in the direction of Dean.

***Donovan:*** *My, oh my.*

Eventually, Donovan reaches Dean’s side - stopping when he sees him.

***Donovan:*** *Well howdy there. Looks like I’ve found another one of the newcomers.*

***Dean:*** *Hey! Seriously love the hat, it looks awesome. I mean really, clothes on the road… we all really just looked like dead people* ***(He laughs a little)***.
***Donovan:*** *Name’s Father Donovan. Welcome to Worthwood, son. I hope you’re not as rude as the other fool from your group I just had the displeasure of speaking to. Our community does not cater to such ungrateful behaviour.*

The Priest leans closer, not allowing Dean to respond, his wretched breath and a little bit of spit hitting Dean.

***Donovan:*** *Let me tell you something, son. You’re a sinner. All those who come here from the outside have sinned to survive. Whatever atrocities you may have committed, your soul is not yet a lost cause. You can still be cleansed. Become a member of my church, attend a hearing, it’ll change your life.* ***Save*** *your life.*

Dean looks at him, face crinkling in confusion at first. He then covers his mouth to cough, the horrid stench of the man’s breath revolting him.

***Dean:*** *…Uh… Y--*

***Donovan:*** *Listen. You’re grappling with the weight of your sins. You’re struggling to own them. It can be hard to face your flaws. To accept that you’re ultimately a bad person. Doomsday has caused many to spiral from God’s path. Many have lost their way. I can see it in you and your group. Lost souls, crying for help. I am extending a hand, my son. You just have to take it.*

Donovan nods with a wheeze, stepping back, while Dean stares at the man, the odor emanating off of him distracting him. He begins to think of what he said to Kate - and knows he should abide by it at this point. Shrugging, he shakes his head.

***Dean:*** *--Fine, I guess.*

***Donovan:*** *A man of few words. I understand. The weight on your shoulders, carrying your sins on your back. It’s heavy.* ***(He places a hand on Dean’s shoulder)*** *But I look forward to seeing you at my sermon tomorrow morning. Bring your friends. Do the right thing.*

With that, the Priest lowers his hand, and walks past Dean, disappearing into the crowd.

Grimacing, Dean watches the old man go, before his eyes locate the bar off to the side of the room. He starts to head that way, needing a drink.

***Dean:*** *…Jesus Christ.*

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**Scene #25**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

Elsewhere in the Lobby, RANDALL FORSTER is socializing with a few other residents, an empty glass in his hand. Beside Randall stands AUSTIN KINGSTON, arms crossed, and a sour look to his face. He’d rather have been back at his lodge, but feels he needs to make an appearance.

***Craig:*** *So, uh, you on the force now?*

***Randall:*** *Yeah. Well, seem to be. Met with the, uh, the rest of the guys* ***(He nods)***.
***Craig:*** *Cool, cool. You know we’ve got a police cruiser here? Down by the garage. Little passion project of mine* ***(He grins)***.
***Randall:*** *Didn’t even know you guys had a garage, to be honest. Haven’t really had the chance to fully explore. How many vehicles do you have here?*

***Craig:*** *Well, you’re asking the right guy. I’m the mechanic. Twenty-five. Mainly trucks for the construction crew. They’re the ones who* ***built*** *our garage. I mean, Worthwood before all of this was… well, a tourist attraction turned glorified rich people retreat. Heh.*

Another man, DAVE, chimes into the conversation.

***Dave:*** *Yepppp. Construction crew put in the work. But I gotta be honest, I’m glad I’m not involved with any of that myself.*

***Craig:*** *Yeah? Doubt you could lift much of anything, Dave. You’re looking a little pudgy. Maybe it would do you some good.*

***Jeff:*** *HAH.*

JEFF takes a sip of his beer, while Randall looks around at the men awkwardly, and Austin stays silent.

***Randall:*** *Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find the restroom, and get another drink. Will be back.*

Randall nods, walking away. Austin watches him go, growing noticeably more uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact with CRAIG, Dave and Jeff.

***Craig:*** *So… Austin? What about you? You been given a job yet?*

Austin glances up, scratching at his nose.

***Austin:*** *No. No job yet. Roland don’t know what to do with me.*

***Jeff:*** *What did you do before?*

He doesn’t reply immediately, instead grumbling something under his breath, not wanting to think about it.

***Austin:*** *Bartender. Well - it was my bar. I owned a bar.*

***Jeff:*** *Oh…* ***(He nods)*** *Interesting.*

***Craig:*** *So we’ve got an expert of the craft here, eh?* ***(He smiles)***

***Dave:*** *Yeah, bet you make a killer cocktail.*

Craig suddenly notices that Austin doesn’t even have a drink.

***Craig:*** *Jeez, you don’t even have a drink yet. You shy or something? We can get a glass for ya’ if you’d like.*

***Austin: (Shaking his head profusely)*** *I don’t want a drink. I-- just don’t want one. Thanks, though.*

***Craig:*** *Aw, you sure? You don’t have to worry or nothin’, it’s safe and all. I know you and your folks were out on the road a while.*

***Dave:*** *Yeah, haha. You don’t have to worry about going blackout drunk and waking up to a zombie chewing on your leg* ***(He chuckles)***.
***Craig:*** *We’ll get you something, buddy. Have a drink with us, it’ll be fun.*

***Jeff:*** ***(To a passing waiter)*** *Oh. Here. Hey. Over here, please.*

Austin’s eyes widen, his back straightening. They were testing his patience.

***Austin:*** *Hey, come on, man. I said I didn’t want a drink* ***(He waves a hand at the waiter, telling them to leave)***.
***Dave:*** *No need to be nervous, man. It’s not stealing. You’re one of us now. This is your welcoming party, after all.* ***(To the waiter)*** *Yeah, just a beer please. Over here.*

***Austin:*** *Really. I don’t want a fucking drink. Just leave it be.*

Jeff nods silently, and Craig frowns, realizing how uncomfortable Austin was becoming.

***Craig:*** *Alright… alright. You sure? Is everything okay?*

Disregarding Austin, Dave takes a beer from the waiter’s tray.

***Dave:*** *Here. Just in case.* ***(To the waiter)*** *Thanks.*

He then holds the beer out to Austin, offering it. For a moment, Austin looks at the drink, mouth watering. He wants it - but then abruptly snaps out of it, glaring up at Dave. He smacks the beer out of his hand, the drink shattering across the floor, creating a mess.

***Dave:*** *Jesus…*

***Austin:*** *Fuck you.*

He bumps into Dave’s shoulder, marching past him and heading for a door in the distance, not looking back.

***Craig:*** *Nice one, Dave* ***(He sighs)***. Come on, let’s get someone to clean this shit up.
***Dave:*** *Oh come on… guys. Come onnn.*

***Jeff:*** *Yeah, I don’t think he’s thirsty.*

Nearby, GENNA BROHEM sees the entire commotion go down, and watches as Austin heads out a door. She dismisses a conversation she’s having with another lady.

***Genna:*** *Sorry, I’ll be right back.*

She then follows him.

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**Scene #26**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - COURTYARD - LATE EVENING**

AUSTIN KINGSTON storms out one of the many side-doors, into an empty courtyard around the back of the castle with a view overlooking the woods rather than the town of Worthwood.

He approaches a railing, resting his arms on them, and taking a long breath, enjoying the cool breeze. Finally, some peace and quiet.

Then, the side-door opens behind him, GENNA BROHEM walking out.

***Genna:*** *Excuse me? Austin, right?*

***Austin: (Under his breath)*** *For fuck’s sake…*

He turns slowly, recognizing her.

***Austin:*** *It’s you* ***(He nods)***. Yeah, it’s Austin.
***Genna:*** *I saw what happened -- back there. In fact, I’ve been keeping an eye on you all night. Well - not spying on you, but-- you know what I mean.* ***(She clears his throat)*** *You look completely out of place, and I don’t blame you.*

Austin sighs, having hoped she would just leave him alone. But it becomes clear to him she isn’t going anywhere.

***Austin:*** *Yeah, well, you’d be right in saying that. In fact, I could use some peace and quiet right now, listen to the crickets. So… It was good talking to you.*

He turns, looking back out to the woods. There’s a few seconds of silence that go by, before he sees Genna leaning onto the railing a few feet from him.

***Genna:*** *I know how you must be feeling. Really, I do. I’m a recruiter, I’ve seen people like you who don’t fit in here right away. It takes time.*

***Austin:*** *Mmm. I don’t think so. Truthfully, I’d much rather be out there right now* ***(He points to the woods)***. Can’t stand this fucking place. The people, especially. Not you-- you’re fine. It’s everyone else. No, they don’t know what it’s like. And they’re fucking persistant too. I tell ‘em I don’t want a drink, and they go and get me one anyway.

She nods slowly, starting to get a better understanding of what’s bothering him.

***Genna:*** *I know what you mean. Most of the people in here haven’t stepped foot outside the walls. They don’t have the slightest idea what you’ve been through. But believe me, there are good people here. I think I mentioned this back at the church - but they saved my sister. She was going to lose her arm, but the doctors saved it, and her life. We weren’t sure about this place either - but I’m eternally grateful we found this place, and not just because of the doctors.*

***Austin:*** *Yeah, the doctors. It’s their job. Whatever.*

Silence again for a few seconds, before Genna suddenly has a thought.

***Genna:*** *Has Mr. Roland given you a job here yet?*

***Austin:*** *No.*

***Genna:*** *I can see that Worthwood doesn’t suit you… I understand. You wanna be back out there, right? So -- what about you be like me, a recruiter.*

He turns his head, glancing at her, thinking.

***Austin:*** *A recruiter? Huh. A recruiter…*

***Genna:*** *It’s totally up to you - I get it if recruiting people isn’t your thing. It took me a while to get used to it.*

Nodding slowly, Austin thinks to himself, wondering if this is what he needed. He clicks his tongue, and stands up straight, turning his body to face her.

***Austin:*** *I don’t see myself doing anything else here. Fuck it. What’s the worst that could happen?*

***Genna: (Smiling)*** *I’m glad to hear it. I’ll inform Mr. Roland as soon as I can.*

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**Scene #27**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

In the lobby, ED ANDERSON is led along by CAROLYN WOODS, who’s holding a glass of wine.

***Carolyn:*** *Oh, he should be just up here somewhere* ***(She smiles)***.
***Ed:*** ***(Smiling)*** *Fantastic. Thank you, by the way. Your husband is a tricky man to find!*

Carolyn laughs quietly, before she sees her husband up ahead, pointing him out.

***Carolyn:*** *There he is. Vincent, honey! There’s someone I’d like you to meet, someone who’s been looking for* ***you*** *all evening.*

VINCENT WOODS looks over, stepping away from a conversation he was having. His eyes widen a bit, as he lets out a chuckle.

***Vincent:*** *Looking for me?* ***(He looks at Ed)*** *Vincent Woods.*

Vincent and Ed shake hands.

***Ed:*** *Ed Anderson. I just… Former engineer here. Well, still an engineer, but you know what I mean. What you’ve done here is nothing short of a miracle.*

***Vincent:*** *Well, thank you, Ed. I’m an electrical engineer -- chief engineer here at Worthwood. You say you’re an engineer too? How come I haven’t met you yet?*

***Ed:*** *Well, uh, they placed me in construction, sir. I was so fascinated by the engineering here, everything helping to power this community, and I’d hoped to help maybe find new ways to innovate it but, alas, maybe they didn’t think I was needed* ***(He shrugs)***. I mean, regardless, how isn’t a guy like you running this place? It’s… it’s pretty much built on yours and the construction team’s back.
***Vincent: (He chuckles lightly)*** *Construction? Oh, no, no. I practically work by myself here, and they put you in construction? Good Lord… I would go and have a word with Mr. Roland but-- ahh, he won’t listen* ***(He shrugs)***.
***Ed:*** *Yeah, they, uh, they do seem rather set in their ways. But truthfully, I’m just grateful to be here, sir. The power grid you’ve set up is fascinating. I would love to discuss it with you, break it all down, maybe even offer up some of my ideas to just you.*

***Carolyn:*** *Oh! I think it’d be lovely if you came over for dinner one of these nights, Ed. You and Vincent can discuss it all there. We haven’t had anyone over for dinner in a while.*

***Vincent: (Nodding)*** *That works with me. I’d love to have you over. How about it, Ed? I haven’t had a chance to talk with another engineer like yourself in forever. I’d be happy to hear your ideas.*

***Ed:*** *That sounds great. Yeah, for sure. Thank you* ***(He smiles)***.

Watching from afar, KATE BLOODSTONE smiles, and although she can’t hear them, Ed’s enthusiastic smile says it all.

Marcus strolls up from behind, two drinks in his hand. He offers one out to her.

***Marcus:*** *Here.*

***Kate: (Taking it)*** *Thanks.*

***Marcus:*** *What are you looking at?*

***Kate:*** ***(Quietly)*** *This place, Marcus. It is special. It really is.*

She rests her head against his shoulder, smiling.

***Kate:*** *We can build a life together here.*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah.* ***(He smiles)*** *I’d like that.*

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**Scene #28**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - LOBBY**

WILLIAM REYNES stands near the exit, his hands wrapped firmly around the handles of REBECCA DAWSON’s wheelchair. He glances down at her, worry hidden behind his eyes.

***William:*** *How are you holding up?*

***Rebecca:*** *How are* ***you*** *holding up? Finding it to be torture?*

***William:*** *…It’s not my usual cup of tea. I was never much of an extrovert before all this* ***(He shrugs, slightly)***. And well… getting more blood on my hands than a delivery nurse hasn’t been much help.

Suddenly, William sees GERALD ROLAND walking over, cane in hand.

***Gerald:*** *William* ***(He smiles)***. Just thought I should come on over and see you before the end of the night. How are things?

William purses his lips, looking towards Roland. He might not feel like it, but he knows he should pretend to at least be settling in okay.

***William:*** *Mister Roland. Impressive party you’re hosting, never thought I’d see anything like it again in my lifetime.*

***Gerald:*** *Heh. I promised you something special, didn’t I? A better life for you and your people. This is a taste of that. I’m glad you decided to come, I hope that you and your people have enjoyed it. And you, Rebecca. I’m pleased to finally meet you. I was told just tonight that you’d woken up. I wish you a speedy recovery, and in the care of Doctor Larkin, I can assure you that you are in good hands.*

***Rebecca:*** *Thank you. This place is… nice.*

***Gerald:*** *That it is. Oh, and I heard about what happened with your boy at school today. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure it can be resolved peacefully. I understand he might just be a… troubled young man. We’re here to support him.*

***William:*** *Thank you for the reassurance* ***(He nods respectfully)***. Times have been tough on all of us, and the youth deserve patience, if nothing else.
***Gerald:*** *Of course. Good luck with your new job, I just know it’s the right choice for you. Have a good night.*

Gerald walks off, smiling.

***Rebecca:*** *What do you think of him?*

William stands there, letting the question sit with him for a moment.

***William:*** *His heart is in the right place. Naive and unaware of how the world out there works now… but with some time, and some guidance from those of us with experience… I think he’ll do fine.*

Rebecca nods slowly, and sighs.

***Rebecca:*** *I think I’m ready for bed now.*

William smiles softly, starting to push the wheelchair towards the exit.

***William:*** *Think Lloyd can make it home on his own?*

***Rebecca:*** *The kid can fight off flesh-eating zombies. I think he can navigate a crowd of socialites. Though, to tell you the truth, I think I find the latter to be more daunting.*

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**Scene #29**

**WORTHWOOD - CASTLE - COURTYARD - LATE EVENING**

The night is coming to an end, most people starting to head back home, and things are being wrapped up. But JON MATTHEWS stands outside on a small balcony, idly playing with a knife he’d snuck in.

A burly, tall figure steps out onto the balcony behind him, moving quietly. They move closer to the edge of the balcony, nearing Jon, who glances back at him. ROMAN STROUD then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lights one of them, smoking, while keeping an eye on Jon. He notices the knife Jon is fidgeting with, but doesn’t seem bothered by it.

***Roman:*** *Evening.*

***Jon:*** *Sure is. Enjoying the party?*

Roman takes another puff from his cigarette, watching Jon and the knife closely.

***Roman: (Sarcastically)*** *Having a blast. You?*

***Jon:*** *Wish I could say the same. But I won’t lie to you, it’s just not my scene in there. You the same, huh? As long as the kids are having fun, indulging themselves, I’m happy enough looking out for them. You know, like the designated driver.*

***Roman:*** *Mmm* ***(He nods)***. You got that right.

The man takes a final puff from his cigarette, before letting it drop to the ground. He stomps on it, and adjusts his suit, turning to the door.

***Roman:*** *I’ll see you around, Jon.*

He heads back inside, and just moments later, another man walks out onto the balcony. It’s DANIEL ROCKWELL, who comes over to the railing with Jon, and sits up on it, letting his legs dangle.

***Jon:*** *Didn’t realize I picked the balcony with a revolving door.*

***Daniel:*** *Problem, Jon?*

***Jon:*** *No. Watch you don’t fall though, Danny.*

***Daniel:*** *Oh, so you’re calling me ‘Danny’ now? That meant to be a term of endearment?*

***Jon:*** *No… Just testing the waters to see if you have a chip on your shoulder… You do.*

***Daniel:*** ***(Muttering)*** *Place a load of bullshit.*

***Jon:*** *Now why did I know you’d say something like that?* ***(He smirks)***

***Daniel:*** *I’m serious. I thought you were a realist.*

***Jon:*** *I am. That’s why I’m standing out here instead of partying in there. Place needs some major changes if it’s gonna work… but they’re shooting in the right direction. It makes people happy. It’s a good thing, especially for our folks.*

Jon turns now, standing up straight, and addressing Daniel in a more serious tone.

***Jon:*** *Try to give it a chance, Daniel. You don’t have to like it.*

He starts to head for the door, but stops when he hears Daniel.

***Daniel:*** *This place isn’t real, Jon. Good? Maybe. But you know what they say about all good things.*

Jon nods slowly, eyeing Daniel carefully, before heading inside and leaving him out on the balcony alone.